Flagg

Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

Several Months Previous

Several Months Previous, Elsewhere in Vendland

The night was clear and cold and moonless, glittering with the chill light of pale stars.

King Harold traced the contours of familiar constellations with his gaze, looking for omens of his fate. The Spectre was bright tonight- thanks, he supposed, to the bloodletting of the day previous. At least that was his hope. His Majesty suppressed a niggle of unease as he turned his eyes from the heavens to the earth, to what was happening beneath the row of crosses and their writhing, gasping occupants.

Half illumined by torchlight, Veredict Daigon was leaning over the corpse of William of Barkstead, laid out on a wooden table set beneath the cross on which he had died. The mercenary was busy anointing the dead man with odd, dark-hued regents in swirling patterns across the rebel leader's chest and head. Harold tried not to look too closely at those patterns, as he found that doing so made him feel more than a little unwell. He didn't seem to be alone in that feeling. Rikmand was off in the bushes, violently throwing up dinner, and many of the royal guard assembled on the hill were looking fairly peaked.

Daigon himself seemed untroubled, going about his business with a faint smirk, occasionally mumbling what His Majesty took to be prayers or spells under his breath. He straightened up suddenly, wiping the strange ichor from his hands with an old oilcloth, and looked to the king, smiling.

"Majesty," he said, "It's time."

Harold's mouth thinned into a stern grimace as he strode over to the sorcerous sellsword. The expression on the Royal Face was somewhere between fear and haughty disdain.

Daigon held out two items for the monarch, one in each hand. A silk handkerchief and a small silver knife.

"Blood," said the mercenary, "Then sweat."

"Why sweat?" asked the King in a low voice, affecting a sneer.

Daigon grinned, "They like the taste."

The King took the knife and made a shallow cut across his left palm, holding the wound over the open mouth of William's corpse. Crimson droplets fell grotesquely across the dead man's face, and the King looked away. He thought he had seen some of Daigon's sinister paint twitch as blood struck skin.

He withdrew his hand, and Daigon gently dabbed the Royal Forehead with the handkerchief before wiping it across William's blood-spattered lips.

The body jerked violently, and though Harold did not shout in fear as did some of the guardsmen around him, he did stumble backwards like a man stung.

William's head thrashed back and forth, before pale, clouded eyes locked onto the King. The corpse grinned.

IT IS LOOKING FOR THIS ONE'S CHILDER said the corpse, with a voice like buzzing wasps, INSECURE IN ITS CLAIM, JEALOUS OF THE ONE NOW DEAD WHO INSPIRED LOVE NOT DREAD

Daigon was standing off to the side of the body, looking slightly wary and slightly amused.

"Tell us where he hid the children," the sellsword said.

CHILDREN YES, MANY CHILDREN LIE IN YOUR PATHS said the body. The King remained frozen, his face a death mask of barely concealed terror. IF YOU KILL THE FATHER, THE CHILDREN WILL COME FOR YOU. FROM THE WOODS, FROM THE SHADOWS, FROM THE CRYPTS OF MARI...

Daigon's eyes narrowed and head titled curiously. He opened his mouth to speak, but the corpse cut him off.

NIGHTWOOD HIDES THEM said the corpse.

"Brand!" said the King, his fear forgotten in his greed, "He gave them to the fucking ranger!"

He began shouting orders at his guardsmen, who jumped like men woken from a nightmare.

Nightwood hides them, said the corpse, though only Daigon was still listening, Nightwood hides them. And Harold's doom...

The sellsword raised an eyebrow as the body spasmed once more, and then lay still.

Blood Debt (Medieval/Fantasy, Rangers)

@Flagg Is there anything I should know about the troops in Bosfyrd specifically?

@HeySeuss

Nope! I had nothing in mind. In fact, I didnt figure that the troops around there were necessarily Daigon's. I'll roll with whatever punches you guys throw and have Daigon show up when it seems appropriate.

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@mattmanganon

Hey! so the retinue is a bit much for this RP- both in terms of power and numbers. Since this RP is turning out larger than I anticipated, I would stick with a smaller, lower-key retinue with no xenos in it.

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@Flagg
Sorry for my delay, I've been a busy bee these past couple days and have had to put this on the back burner. I'll get to catching up on things and tailor my CS to the scene we have here.

@Ghost Queen

no worries- looking forward to what you come up with!

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Ive added more info to my sheet so what do you think boss man?

@Archangel89

Looking good so far.

Alright folks, we're just waiting on a few more sheets- so finish up your CSes (goes for me too!) and we can get started shortly. If anyone misses the opening of the RP, that's no big deal they can join later.

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WIP here, but what I am essentially setting up (based on the original legion's methods) is a character that can function as a military advisor that can handle the operations for an inquisitor calling in the large military support, in order to ensure that the job is done right.

So a little different from the usual.

Decanus Belisarius

Name: Decanus Belisarius

Age: 352 standard terran years.

Gender: Male

Role: Astartes retinue member of Inquisitor [INSERT HERE].

Ordos: [INSERT HERE], through association.

Appearance: Blonde-haired and violet-eyed, he leaves the hair chopped short, but he nonetheless sports a notable perfection of feature, something that Imperial sculptors aspire to. He is average sized for a Space Marine. There are three service studs above the right eye. Belisarius' armor is standard Mark VII armor, but impeccably kept. It is painted black with gray and white highlights as is the tradition of his chapter except for the knee plates, which are painted purple and bear, respectively "34" and the Crux Terminatus on the opposite knee. His right shoulder plate also bears the Crux Terminatus. There are a number of purity seals and, notably, the Marksman's Honour attached to his armor.

Personality: Belisarius is courteous but reserved, well-schooled in the niceties but also careful in choosing his words delicately and avoiding topics deftly. But if provided a message to give or an order to carry out, he is accurate down to the last detail in orders. When his task is provided, he is deliberate, thoughtful and methodical in the execution. He holds himself to a high standard in ensuring that equipment is in working order and the plan is either executed or adapted or that the situation is mastered.

History: It would be exhausting to detail all the campaigns that Belisarius served in, but the Death Eagles are a chapter that does not trumpet itself. It is not easily researched or studied. At the same time, there have been many times when Death Eagles have arrived into a conflict in order to not merely fight it, but to assist Imperial commanders in organizing the operations merely beyond the immediate battle. The chapter has a long history of leading and assisting Imperial Forces, but is strangely reticent about itself. It is thought to be a successor chapter of the Raven Guard, which would account for a certain willingness to work with Imperial Guard forces, similar to the Raptors Chapter, but that is a convenient cover.

The reality is far stranger.

In the course of his service, Belisarius was picked out early for his accuracy with a bolter, and in the course of campaigns he served in he was granted a degree of distinction for this. When he earned his way into the first company, it was a given that he would serve in the Sternguard, where the enemies are numerous but that cold determination and steely discipline would win the day. During the [Insert Here] campaign against the Tyrannids on [Insert here] he found himself fighting alongside Inquisitor [INSERT HERE], helping to coordinate the efforts of multiple Imperial forces as a liaison from the Chapter's 3rd Company, where he served as a member of the Centurion's retinue. In this effort, he served as an emissary of the chapter to the Inquisitor, who had command of the other Imperial forces, providing insight into the operations and working to tighten up supplies, communications and other minute matters, which allowed the Inquistor to focus on crushing the threat. He has since been seconded to the Inquisitor's service when needed, but otherwise serves as a Sternguard squad leader in the 1st Company.

Philosophy: Serve the Emperor. Loyalty to the Chapter.

Skills & Abilities: Typical Astartes, but as a Sternguard veteran he is particular versed in the intricacies of deploying a tactical squad, and its place in the order of battle. That insight and focus on perfection in that role allows him a complementary understanding of how the other arms must work in concert, carefully coordinated, in order to achieve an optimal result. Decanus Belisarius is also a meticulous planner, though he is not so wedded to a plan that he will not adapt upon new information on what the battlefield holds. He is being groomed for a Centurion role in his chapter, there is little doubt.

Retinue Members: TBD

Equipment:
- Combi bolter of some sort.
- Specialist shells
- Frag and Kraks
- Combat knife
- Bolt pistol
- Mk VII armor and honors.
- Other TBD.

Miscellaneous: TBD.

Relationships with Other Characters: In the retinue of Inquisitor [INSERT HERE]

@HeySeuss

looking good! feel free to stick in the character tab.

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Right, I'm gonna go'head and make an Ordo Xenos Inquisitor then...Xenos4Lyf!

@Jbcool

That'd be great! If you do prefer to just RP as a sanctioned Xenos tho, you're welcome to be part of Ravenstein's retinue.

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WIP; this is up primarily to make it easier to edit rather than having to save it separately. I stayed out later than intended tonight.

WIP

Name: Markos Konstantinides

Age: 259

Gender: Male

Role: Inquisitor

Ordos: Malleus

Appearance: The Inquisitor stands a little over eight feet tall, unarmored. The gene therapies that are so common among the rich and powerful of the Imperium not only gifted him with his height, but also with strength far in excess of an average human - although nothing in comparison to that of an Astartes. He is typically seen suited in a power armor, brushed to a dull gray. Beneath his hood, electoos can be seen crawling their way up his neck. The majority of the patterns visible are wards against daemonic incursion, although beneath his armor he has many sigils marking the destruction of various daemonic covens. The edge of a cybernetic eye can be seen poking out from under his hood.

The Inquisitor's right arm was long ago replaced with a cybernetic limb, which is almost identical in shape to how the arm would look if it were in power armor. There are plasma scars on his shoulder where the metal meets flesh. He is never seen without his power sword strapped to his back, an elegant single edged blade with an unadorned cross guard and pommel. Though it may be millenia old, it still looks as if it were brand new.

Personality: Inquisitor Konstantinides prefers to be genial, even friendly to others - rarely making direct use of the powers granted to him as a member of the Inquisition. He believes that the most accurate information is that which is given without duress, and knows that the implications of an Inquisitorial seal often strike enough fear into the hearts of civilians that his demeanor simply throws them more off guard. This is not to say that he is a kind man. Over the course of his career, he has ordered Exterminatus to be carried out on no less than seven Imperial worlds.

History:

Philosophy: Radical Xanthist. Konstantinides makes regular use of daemonhosts and xenos.
Skills & Abilities: Konstantinides is a class Gamma psyker, specializing in daemonology. As such, he regularly attempts to make use of forbidden knowledge locked in the warp. His skill in daemonology has also allowed him some degree of resistance to daemonic influence, giving him the ability to make use of daemonhosts without fear of falling to their influence - although this may just be wishful thinking on his part.

Retinue Members: [NPC servants for inquisitors, NPC members of a Chamber Militant's squad. Give a level of description for each that you feel appropriate. Let's keep the number of retinue members between 1 and 4.]

Equipment:

• Bespoke Power Armor: Brushed to a dull gray finish, Konstantinides is rarely seen without his power armor. His bald head is covered by a low black hood, which extends down into a billowing cape that drags along the ground as he walks. The Inquisitorial Seal is ornately carved into his breastplate.
• Cybernetic Arm: Konstantinides' arm was burned away by a plasma rifle during a battle against Chaos Space Marines. The replacement mimics the design of his armor, and gifts him with improved strength over his armored, biological left arm. The cybernetics are capable of massive power output, however using the arm to its fullest extent without the support of his power armor would simply result in a collapse of the bones and anchoring points that connect it to his body.
• Cybernetic Eye: Konstantinides' eye was burned away by Tyranid venom decades ago. It was quickly replaced by a cybernetic implant which gives him the ability to see in the thermal spectrum, as well as zoom in to see over long distances.
• Power Sword: An unadorned, elegant single edged blade. The sword contains a trapped daemon with a strange hatred for Chaos. It will often communicate with Konstantinides, informing him when the agents of Chaos are close. In combat with Chaos, the daemon in the blade will lend its own power to Konstantinides' strikes, attempting to banish daemons back to the warp where its master can torture them for all eternity.

Miscellaneous:

Relationships with Other Characters:

@NickTrano

you stick this guy in the Character tab, btw. I know it's a WIP but the general concept is approved and I look forward to seeing him fleshed out!

The Jericho Road [post apocalypse, over the top NRP goodness]

cursed is the ground for thy sake
Genesis, 3:17

The Jericho Road

We do not know what- besides pride- destroyed the Old World. But we know that it was terrible beyond comprehension. We know that the Old Ones deployed their nuclear arsenals against it, accomplishing nothing but the irradiation of the earth and sky.

According to what sources we have, Ichor, our lifeblood and our curse, was not to be found on the earth until the Old World fell. Some in the Scholams of the Church claim that our world has been cursed, impregnated by demons, and that the Ichor that fuels our vehicles and powers our cities is the seed of fallen gods and ancient monsters, seeping up from some vast, accursed womb.

That, of course, is mere superstitious speculation. Whatever Ichor's origins, it is the most abundant and efficient fuel source we have, and it will power the rebuilding of the world...despite its mutagenic potency.

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Welcome to AD 4000

The world is a little different than you may remember.

The good old US of A is well over a thousand years in its grave (no one knows for sure what did it in or, for that matter, what- exactly- succeeded it before the Old World fell...), but its former territory is now a vast wasteland, covered with deserts, carnivorous fungus-jungles, caustic seas, irradiated plains, the endless ruins of supercities, and pockmarked with settlements and civilizations struggling to survive. Foremost among these is Jericho, a walled metropolis located in what used to be known as the midwest. Jericho is famous for two things: trade and kicking ass. Located along the famous and infamous Jericho Road, along which is conducted much of the world's Ichor trade, the city benefits from the constant flow of giant merchant crawlers and armored caravans across the ruined continent, and its isolated position and the incredible dangers of the Road have made it a haven of the rugged and the ruthless.

Map

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This will be a fairly free from nation RP, inspired by dieselpunk, Fallout, Mad Max, Lovecraft, China Mieville's fiction, Warhammer 40K and whatever you folks bring to the table! Our nations and factions inhabit the ruins of a highly advanced successor society to modern day America- and the details of those societies are....basically up to you. Mutant lizard men? Robot armies? Go for it. Is magic a thing? Fuck yes, if you want. This is meant to be gritty, grimdark, and completely over the top. Writing standards will be advanced, and people will be expected to play nice with others given the freedom inherent in the setting.

We can assume that the ecosystems, climate, and geography (aside from massive mountains and holes in the ground where lakes used to be/are), is significantly different than it is now. The biggest change I will make to current-day geography is this much of the pacific coast has dried up, and now leads to vast salt flats.

Anyone interested?

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I know that there is a ranking system cause there are ranks like master and so forth. It was just a thought I had.

EDIT: how weird would it be for Inquisitors to take Arbites as a retinue?

@Archangel89

Not weird at all.

As for the titles, let's just have everyone be Inquisitors with Ravenstein being the only Inquisitor Lord.