Eisenhorn

Ruminations of the Tyrant Star [A Black Crusade, 40k style RP Idea]

I remember reading that story, it was very Orky for the Boss to see being displaced as a chance to get a copy of his favorite gun, which meant twice as much dakka. Orks do some interesting stuff at times, so it will be interesting to see how they interact with others working for the Psyker.

Ruminations of the Tyrant Star [A Black Crusade, 40k style RP Idea]

Hmm, it would be interesting to see a freebooter mercenary at work alongside the other forces present, so I'll say go for it @Skwint. Yes though, I'll be controlling the Psyker and some other NPC's, while the players would be working for him in his endeavors.

Ruminations of the Tyrant Star [A Black Crusade, 40k style RP Idea]

Cadia has Fallen

Abaddon the Despoiler has finally accomplished what was thought impossible by the Imperium of Man, his 13th Black Crusade ruining the planet and collapsing the Cadian Gate, the Eye of Terror expanding unchecked now. Forces of the Ruinous Powers assaulted and spread throughout the Imperium, split in half by the Cicatrix Maledictum, the Great Rift, spanning from the Eye of Terror all the way to the Hadex Anomaly in the Eastern Fringes. Besides Abbadon's personal forces, countless warbands, pirates, and traitors have risen up to take advantage of the ensuing Chaos and inability for almost half the Imperium to be supported. One such place that fell on the Dark side of the Great Rift was the Calixis Sector, a place of longtime interest for both Inquisitorial, Chaotic, and even neutral parties. With the opening of the Great Rift, all eyes in the Sector turned skyward, even the ominous Rift across the sky was blotted out by something long feared by the Imperium.

The Propheticum Hereticus Tenebrae spoke of these events, in the most vague terms, heralded by what most people consider the Tyrant Star, or Komus. Reports from dozens of star systems, and everything from massive Hiveworlds to almost completely isolated trade posts are sending panicked messages of a massive 'Black Sun' eclipsing the natural star of the system. These eclipses would last for weeks at a time, resistant to any scans or attempts to banish the unholy omens hovering in the sky, casting a pale, unnatural light on all planets beneath its baleful gaze. The Imperial forces present are scrambling, from Inquisitorial forces and task forces racing around from sighting to sighting, assisting local forces in controlling the rise in riots, cults, and securing the borders against agitated Xenos presences also making themselves known.

However, other forces are attracted, Chaos warbands coming in to pillage and loot while cults and heretics rise up from the slums and the downtrodden. Most are simply looking to profit and bringing ruin wherever they go, however some have grander plans, the Tyrant Star being an ill omen for the Imperium. These bands of seekers of forbidden lore and knowledge race the Inquisition, with the same goal in mind. To learn the truth behind the Tyrant Star and either stop it, or harness it for personal glory. One such Warlord has begun rallying forces to his banner, whether they are individual forces of power or leading their own troops, with one end goal in mind. Harness the Tyrant Star to his own will, amplifying his already extremely potent psionic abilities to a degree unseen in realspace.

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So, long story short, things are taking place just after the Fall of Cadia, the formation of the Great Rift causing a massive amount of strife, trouble, and general shenanigans all across Imperial space. The Tyrant Star is appearing to a degree that had not been seen in recorded history, sending certain Warlords and the Inquisition scrambling. One such Warlord, a psyker of a notable degree of power, has found rumors of being able to channel the power of the Tyrant Star and has decided to pursue such things. That means he needs allies, and troops, and that's where any interested parties come in. Either as individual specialists or leading their own bands of soldiers, mercenaries, heretics, and other useful bodies. Whether they fight for Glory, for Money, or just for the sake of fighting, they would find all of this and more promised to them in this endeavor.

The overarching focus of the story is the aforementioned Tyrant Star and the effects it is having on the Calixis Sector. Depending on the interested party, and their characters, would affect the pacing and focus. Combat will be a thing, obviously, but the amount of intrigue and downtime for character development I'm leaving to the preferences of any party involved. The major driving forces comes from characters, hence them likely being already established, potent figures in their own rights. Whether they choose to lead their own bands or not, is really up to them.

So, any interest in this at all?

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

While we wait, I might as well drop moar 40K stuffz ^^

@Rithy

Did someone say 40k stuff?

[Reboot] [Open] Gothic Lands: Obscura [Low-Fantasy] [Adventure]

Hmm, I do believe I have some character ideas in mind for this sort of setting, allow me to leave my interest here then, yes?

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

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We all know how that usually goes...

@Rithy

Knowing the various Chaos Gods? That is probably the most tame thing she has to worry about.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

@Eisenhorn

It was hardly the DaVinci code of the 41th Millenium or something ^_^

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My Hider

@Rithy

Well not all of us are bio engineered super soldiers that can be stuffed into mechanized walker coffins.

@rivaan I would blame the hundreds of years of guilt for the wrongdoings of the past. Not something most shrug off just like that. I swear he is reasonable (as much as a stoic lot that are the Death Korp can be) outside a combat situation. Then again, we've yet to really not be in combat, soooo yeah. Reasonable outlook, that.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

@rivaan The only thing we can want is a solution to only having one life to give to the Emperor!

@Rithy Also, finally translated that binary, how am I not surprised I wasn't far from the mark?

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

@rivaan Oh no, you jacked the Krieger's fun once already. No stealing his chance to employ his newly modified toy. Also too lazy to translate binary rambling about tech heresy, possibly.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

Ansgar had been dead silent once they grouped up, following along the eerily silent halls, Type XIV (Heavy) scanning his surroundings as he followed after the Celestian, who had taken point. Between her and her power armor, she did fit the role of a lead element rather well. However, the comment of Heretics not leaving any sort of survivors was not quite true, as he muttered just loud enough to be heard, not hard considering the lack of noise in the facility at the moment. That was also a point of concern, an Adeptus Mechanicus facility that was dead silent was not a good sign, not under any circumstances. Let alone those that involve Orks or, as the Celestian pointed out, Chaos involvement. "Chaos leaves corpses right up until they need materials for their rituals, then they vanish. Doubly so if the bodies are fresh, don't discount heretics so readily Celestian, I've seen worse from their lot than not leaving bodies behind."

Once the signal to maintain silence came, the Krieger was indeed all silence, shifting how he moved to minimize his noise generation. Sure, a standard Death Korp trooper was not rained in such operations, but considering Grenadiers filled the role of Stormtroopers for the Death Korp? It wasn't terribly surprising he could operate as a commando as well as a front line soldier. Even if the subtle portion of the field training did not come into use nearly as often as acting as the leading edge of an assault. Thankfully, since the silent order had come so soon after his comment he did not need to expand on what he had already said about a Chaos cult's influence here being in the works, which saved him the trouble of speaking on classified matters and not giving them answers to questions asked. When they arrived at the Armory, he knelt by one of the corpses, face twisted in the pain of death, and a brief motion closed the eyes and settled their face. No man should die without a Quartermaster to see them off, the Kreiger mused, standing up and heading into the armory proper, looking for something in specific as the Celestian spoke about taking what they willed.

Ansgar found what he was looking for in relatively short order, a sealed room that had Chemical weapons warnings over the door. After testing an old passcode on the door, which came back negative of course, the Krieger wasted no time forcing the issue. Taking his entrenching tool (shovel) to the keypad, popping the cover off, he was working at the circuits and after shocking himself twice, he tripped the door to fail open. Not normal procedure, but reversing the wiring made it remarkably easy to do so. Cogboys weren't nearly as clever as they liked to think, and once inside the Krieger grabbed a barrel of something covered in warnings and precautions, mentioning it would eat through any organic material it came into contact with. Grunting as he dragged the barrel over to a workbench, he next procured a Flamer, setting its tank on the workbench and opening the top up, emptying one of the two tanks and altering the valve to mix the two tanks instead of just alternate as one emptied.

Filling the emptied half of the Flamer's tanks half chemical compound, half promethium, which he sealed quickly after introducing the two together and stepping back, ready to take cover. However, when the tank finished shuddering, he slung the thing onto his back and reaquainted himself with the nozzle and trigger mechanism of this model. Slinging the projection half of the weapon onto his shoulder, and resealing the chemical barrel, he made a casual note to the rest of the party as he began stuffing explosives into his ordinance satchel, which he had emptied during earlier portions of the mission. "Do not get this mixture on you, let alone if its burning. Learned how to mix this fighting Tyranid, Promethium keeps it burning until it contacts organic material, then keeps burning until its out of fuel. Whether that's oxygen, or organic material, doesn't matter. Not good for the skin."

After duly warning the rest of the squad of the chemical weapon he had turned the Flamer into, he focused on replenishing his explosives. Frags, Krak grenades, and demo charges, not bothering with the melta bombs. Too much effort for tank removal, he'd take a couple rapidly placed krak grenades over a melta charge. He could throw Krak's farther than Melta's, after all. As almost an afterthought, he grabbed a Laspistol plus several spare cells for it, the pattern some local clone of a universally accepted model of Laspistol. It would pair well with his entrenching tool should he be forced into a melee. Otherwise, he was ready, preparing his modified Flamer for action again as he met up with the rest of the party overlooking the gathered Orks. "Rearmed and ready for further orders, ma'am."