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An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content] [Seeking Heretics!]

Not just yet, @Jbcool! I'm writing up my submission right now.

EDIT: Actually nevermind, I'm about to go on vacation and I have a few roleplays on my plate already. Any chance I can join this later?

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

Shiah observed the insane child-molester Nathan Hall getting himself beat up again with bored disinterest, but the speech that followed from the Imperial Guard Captain grabbed her full attention. She absolutely hated this place. It was entirely sterile and there wasn't a single chemical to cook with. She knew the prison guards had their own narcotics but they hated the inmates so much they refused to even trade with them. So not only was she constantly suffering from withdrawal jitters, she was also terribly bored with nothing for her formidably creative mind to do.

War was hell, she knew that, but hell wasn't worse than limbo.

"Hey!" she yelled and got up from her seat, waving her arms about, hoping to catch a guard's attention. "I volunteer! Get me off this damn rock and I'll gladly lay -- I mean, risk my life for the God-Emperor! I want salvation! Oh yes, please!" It was hard to keep the sarcasm out of her voice, but Shiah thought she did a reasonably good job regardless, and one of the guards that had just finished beating Nathan Hall mercilessly now approached her.

"And what exactly do you have to offer the Crusade, wretch?" he asked scornfully, looking Shiah up and down. It was true, she didn't look like much of a soldier, but Shiah snorted in derision anyway. "Never judge a data-slate by its cover. Isn't that what they say? I've got steady fingers and I'm clever. Smarter than the rest of these skavvers. Never killed anyone unless it was in self-defense. Reckon I can do my part," she retorted and put her hands on her hips. The guard laughed mirthlessly and beckoned for her to follow him. "Alright, come on through."

And so she did. The cell in the Eastern Wing wasn't much to look at it and she was one of the first to arrive, having so enthusiastically volunteered immediately, but others trickled in after her quickly. Shiah sat down on one of the benches and entertained herself by judging the others as they came in, wondering how long each of them would last in combat.

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

Currently recovering from my weekend. Post will come whenever I am able again.

Tell me your birthday and I'll tell you vague details about yourself

June 29th.

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content] [Seeking Heretics!]

Sweet. I'm certainly willing to give this another shot, and I approve of your strong stance against 'overpowered' characters. I'm never a fan of the difference in power level between Astartes and regular humans, so how about a compromise; if more than one people want to play a Chaos Marine, they can all submit their character applications and the best one wins? You know, limit the group to one power armor-wielding death machine.

The Elder Scrolls V S: Sentinel

"Is that so?" Ibram asked in response to the barkeep's suggestion. He looked over his shoulder at the merchant in the corner, the one who was playing with the long dagger he wore on his hip. An interesting looking fellow. "Never judge a book by its cover, they say," Ibram whispered to himself, and turned back to the barkeep to thank him for his advice.

After that, he nodded to Pharis and prepared to saunter over to Janus when a tall Khajiit approached them and inquired after work. "Indeed, my good fellow," Ibram said and raised an eyebrow at the Khajiit's effects that floated behind him in the air. "If you're as good in combat as you are in magically levitating objects you're in luck. We're just about to hear out this, ah, merchant, over there in the corner. Why don't you tag along?"

With that, Ibram approached Janus and sat down at his table. Janus looked like he belonged here in the desert more than any of them, and it took a few seconds for Ibram to realize that he was looking at an Imperial, not a Redguard. The facial features gave it away. "Hello there," he said and conjured his most charming smile. "The name's Ibram Crowe. This here is my associate," he continued, gesturing behind him to the Bosmer that had presumably followed him, "and I believe the cat is also interested. We're looking for work and the barkeep here seems to think you have a job for two -- ah, three enterprising adventurers such as ourselves. What say you, friend?"

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I'm spending my morning commute listening to synthwave because of this thread.

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I like the cut of your jib, @Gullinkambi. Welcome to the horrorshow.

_{PS. check out my status yo}

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

I'll be gone over the weekend, so don't expect a post from me until next week -- unless I end up with more free time than expected either today or tomorrow.