Jarl Coolgruuf

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

@Stormflyx It goes good. How about you?

WE ARE HIS CHOSEN!! (Warhammer Age of Sigmar roleplay, can accept 1-2 more people)

Is this stil happening?

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 - Cyberpunk Political Intrigue Roleplay

Local Man Mistakes Kay for Functioning Human

Hopefully he'll know better going forward

“And Hackerwoman! I’m sure our collective enemies don’t want the masses to hear the manifesto of the Pirates, but someone—”
her voice wavered a bit, as though she were actually getting emotional. “Someone must address them. It must be me.”
Kay's eyes rolled almost into the back of her head. It was all pointless. No one wants to change, not really. All this politicking would be for nothing and things would be just as shitty as they were yesterday and as they always would be. No amount of theatrics could change that so Kay was content to remind herself she was getting a salary for dealing with Petrukov's shenanigans. Apparently the chaotic, unpredictable nature of the Pirate Queen was part of her charm and public appeal. Kay didn't see it, but she wasn't paid to either. As for the stream, it went off without a hitch. A number of breaches were attempted, but nothing too serious. The firewalls held and her encryption were rock solid as always. Still, her eyes never left her monitor until the sound of a chair scraping against the hard floor assaulted her ears. The hacker glanced up and sighed audibly, massaging her temples as she watched the "dramatic" exit.
“The money, Kay. Think about the money,” she muttered to herself as she checked up on the related social media pages and forums.
Everything was absolutely buzzing with activity, as to be expected, mostly with appreciation and some people mocking the Pirate Queen's lackluster exit. Seemed her speech was well received. Now came the easy part. So easy in fact, she actually took a moment and replied when Shaman messaged her.

”𝕨𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕡𝕖𝕟𝕖𝕕?"<<<
”𝕦𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝕡𝕚𝕫𝕫𝕒 𝕡𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥 𝕗𝕝𝕒𝕧𝕠𝕣 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕟𝕚𝕩𝕖𝕕?"<<<
...<<<

She dismissed the chat window with a keystroke and frowned as the acrid smell of tobacco slapped her across the nose. What kind of absolute savage smokes indoors? Never mind in an unventilated room. She looked up to find the source of the offending odor and was not at all surprised to see it was one of the meat heads. And of course he threw the remains onto the carpet like an animal. She was so caught up in her duties that she jumped slightly when he spoke.
"Find anything?"
“Found a cigarette butt on the floor over there, ” she relied curtly.
"Uneventful, that sounds good then?" Johnny merely replied to his hackerwoman counterpart.
There was a lengthy silence as Kay waited for him to pick up the remains of his cigarette but she figured he must be as dense as his pecs if he hadn’t gotten it by then; no point in continuing.
“Actually, it was very eventful, just no events worth mentioning, not yet anyway.”
"I’m sure you have it handled Kay, you seem like the most capable person here.” he said daring to drag out yet another cigarette, a Lucky 7 Special White!?!? He flashed a smile at her before putting the cigarette onto his left ear. "Did my smoking bother you..? I apologize if that’s the case."
She gave him a stone face worthy of Mount Rushmore, completely ignoring his compliment. "If I said yes would you stop?"
"I wasn’t planning on continuing, sorry if I caused you any distress." He said warmly smiling at her again. "The broadcast got a bit too boring for me I suppose."
That smile, unfortunately, fell on a rather frigid disposition. ”Tech isn’t everyone’s cup of coffee.”
"You got that right."

There was a pause only broken up by a few keystrokes from Kay clacking away at her monolithic laptop. She could feel him still looking at her. What was he after? Most people didn't talk to her this long unless they wanted something from her.
”Do you need something?”
"Let me know if you need anything, Kay.”" He said checking his holocaller - no new calls. He went to turn to walk away.
She gave a thumbs up but didn't watch him leave, being too engrossed in monitoring the servers.

Forest Interest Check

You've piqued my interest.

The Grim Crusade - A Warhammer 30000 RP

Petros Kaladar

Name
Petros Kaladar

Gender
Male

Homeworld
Karaj is a large, habitable planet orbiting a relatively cool star but significantly closer than Terra orbits Sol. Temperate regions exist in the far north and far south but the majority of the planet is dominated by vast savanna and pockets of desert interspersed with low-lying coastal jungles and salt water marshes. The humans inhabiting Karaj were in the late iron age when the Emperor arrived on the planet but it had not always been this way. Once the planet was home to vast mining networks that supplied shipyards in orbit with raw materials to fuel human colonization of space. Warp storms engulfed the systems around Karaj’s home system without warning and without mercy, but somehow the planet was spared. No one could explain what had happened only that anyone who tried to to leave to find help never returned. In the centuries that followed, the humans began to collect into tribes and fought one another for scarce resources.

In a few short years, the ships and structures in orbit around the planet fell back down to the surface. This period became known as “Al'iielk’no” literally translated as “The Proclamation”. The years long period of these massive structures falling to Karaj is now believed to be the gods making themselves known and showing their might by bestowing the people shelter and fortresses to protect them in exchange for worship and praise. The wrecks that were intact enough to live in were soon populated by surviving humans along with mining infrastructure and converted into city states who each devoted themselves to a particular god. To call many of these structures city states would be correct but misleading. Some of the largest were more akin to kingdoms that in habit vast networks of mining tunnels or the corpses of capital ships many kilometers long. Hundreds of these states exist, but the most famous and powerful of these states are “Frig”, “Ilmac”, “Vo’ek”, and “Carr”.

Appearance
Tanned with a square, scarred face with close cut hair blacker than pitch that flows into a full but trimmed beard. His face naturally comes to rest in a stern, contemplative expression which makes his frequent smiles all the more prominent. Like his brethren, he stands unnaturally tall and muscular as a true icon of a being well beyond humanity. Even in light of his super human nature, he deviates little from the standard appearance of his gene sons’ armor despite the extra adornments. He sees himself as one of them and he refuses to pretend otherwise.

War Gear
Armor - Standard Mk 4. Astartes armor adorned to the level appropriate for someone of his status. Other than the decoration and custom fitting, the armor is no different than what legion veterans would use. What is good enough for his men is good enough for him.

Weapons - His primary weapon is a force spear large enough for the primarch to effectively wield and his secondary is a force sword he uses when he must discard the spear.

Shield - A storm shield of standard design if being larger than average but purely for the sake of accommodating Petros’ size.

Personality
Your Primarch's character traits, their positives and negatives, their highs and lows, where they excel and what their flaws are. Remember: the Primarchs are human, and yet far beyond humanity, capable of far more intensity than any mere mortal in all of their emotions. In other words, they're almost literally larger than life, and should be portrayed as such.

Skills

Perhaps as a consequence of living in a state of perpetual war that forged Petros and his gene sons, their bodies have mutated to accommodate this lifestyle. Under the rigors of combat and strife, humans gain muscle mass to a certain degree. The people of Karaj experience almost explosive muscle growth from even moderate exercise and maintain muscle beyond what is considered reasonable even under such constant physical strain. The other side of the coin, however, is they also suffer from accelerated muscular atrophy. Astartes of the Xth Legion regularly stand a full head taller than their peers of other legions, but just 2 days without physically exerting themselves can lead to loss of muscle tissue and bone density. Prolonged periods without exercise (a month or more) can cause deterioration of immune and cardiovascular health as well as frighteningly rapid weight loss. In summary, Karajians are literally allergic to peace.

Assignment Grade
Gamma

Petros possesses a high level of psychic ability that manifests itself in his ability to project telepathic fields and sense those around him with psychic potential. Adding to this, the majority of The Immortals’ Astartes possess a small degree of psychic ability similar to their primarch. An individual marine is only enough to give a vague feeling of optimism but an entire squad amplifies each individual member’s sphere of influence and they often overlap, feeding into one another. Those who fight beside Petros and The Immortals describe feelings of being able to take on entire armies alone, and a complete lack of fear. In fact, many report they felt a sort of manic joy at the idea of dying such “glorious” deaths on the field of battle. This effect may linger with those affected by it for hours or even days after being removed from the presence of an Immortals unit.

Biography
Petros’ journey across the cosmos would end in the farmlands outside the city of “Ak’lel”. His home state was of moderate size and power, but of little consequence to the greater politics of the land. The young primarch joined his city’s military without hesitation would prove himself an adept combatant and brilliant leader at a young age which proved to be a great boon in a world constantly at war through a complex network of alliances and pacts. He soon grew in power such that he overthrew the king of Ak’lel and claimed the throne for himself. Within a few short years he amassed a kingdom and helped his allies grow their land as well to encompass multiple tribes and cities. Things were good for many years after this, wars were fought, alliances forged and broken, all was as it should be.

This balance was not to last, however. Traders from the far north brought with them tales of a massing empire led by a man calling himself God King Sadanius. He proclaimed peace for all he joined him and an end to what he called “pointless wars” and all those who stood in the path of progress and peace would be cut down. As much as this outraged Petros and his peers, they soon learned his words carried weight. The result was a meeting of kings as brothers in arms on a scale not seen in a hundred generations. No false god would bring them to their knees, bring peace to their lands and let their people grow weak in complacency. In all, more than twenty kings came together under a single banner, led by Petros himself to rage, rage against the death of the warrior. They would not die gently and fought so their sons and daughters would not have to face the horrors of slow decay. War culled the unworthy and they refused to let anyone chain the strong to the weak.

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In the century or so since the Emperor’s arrival, technological progress has turned the primitive societies on its surface into prosperous, if not at all peaceful republics that regularly tithe soldiers and materials mined from the mountains near the poles. Petros regularly checks back with his home to make sure they’re doing well and nudge them toward progress and unity should they be led astray. War is a feature of humanity, not a bug, and thus the constant state of war between rival nations on the planet is actually encouraged by Petros. He refuses to let his people fall prey to the temptations of serenity.

The Meeting
For this section, you’ll RP out how your Primarch met up with the Emperor, and the events surrounding that. The Meeting should be written as though it were a proper RP post, and as such at least two or three high-quality paragraphs should be put to paper. Please do not write from the Emperor's perspective at any point - though, given that he presents himself more or less however the beholder wishes to view him, you may retain the freedom to characterize him as you feel is most appropriate for the situation.

The Immortals

Legion Name
Originally named the "Void Hounds" Petros renamed the legion "The Immortals" after his most elite warriors from which the vast majority of the initial recruits were drawn.

Legion Number
X

Legion Strength
77,000 Astartes

Breakdown

65,000 Active Astartes
6,000~ Reserve Astartes
6,000~ “New Bloods”

As well as assorted IA artillery and mechanicus personnel

Astartes are divided into squads of 5 collectively refereed to as an Immortal in reference to the way they seem to fight as one mind. 50 Immortals make up a War Party, 50 War Parties form a Chapter, and the 6 Chapters form The Immortals Legion.

Armour Appearance

Standard Squad Member


Heavy Weapons Specialist


Veteran Astartes

Warcry
“The Eagle’s claw be upon you!” - in reference to the imperial eagle
“Together!”
“Even Death knows fear!”
“To the death of peace!” - a common phrase used as a victory cry after a battle

Dramatis Personae:

Favored Tactics/Battlefield Role:
Nothing brings The Immortals greater joy than fighting beside their battle brothers in melee combat. Few legions can match the prowess shown by the tenth at sword's length. Still, the modern battlefield requires one to adapt and so the Immortals have taken to wielding ranged weapons in their off hands while wielding a variety of melee weapons in the other. Ranged weapons are used as a method to minimize incoming fire and keep enemy gunners pinned down long enough for The Immortals to close to melee distance. Man portable heavy weapons are also exceedingly common as a means of countering enemy heavy weapons while on the move.

Legion Characteristics/Ideology:
The manner in which the Legion acts outside of battle, as imposed upon them by the Imperium itself, the geneseed of their Primarch, and their Primarch's direct actions and directives. Maybe they're a highly progressive group, or maybe they're extremely traditional. Do they take any cues or inspiration from animals, or from real-world civilizations such as the Romans or Vikings? Do they act like the angels they're often mistaken for, or are they of a more devilish attitude?

Relationships:
How does the Legion interact with other groups in the galaxy, such as other arms of the Imperium and fellow Astartes Legions? Are they on good terms with the Imperial Army, or perhaps they have a rivalry with another Legion, friendly or otherwise? Have any particular xeno races drawn their ire previously? To date, the only major xeno races presently in the galaxy are the Orks and the splintered groups of Eldar, though countless other civilizations exist that pose just as much threat to the Imperium as these more well-known aliens. The Legion may also be aware of Warp-spawned threats, though if you’d like to have some connection to them, I’d recommend discussing it with a GM first.

Mobile Suit Gundam: LIFELINE

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Dannie's throaty laugh came through the commlink as she approached the newcomer, the spear in Recompense's hand still dripping with molten plasteel. It took conscious effort, but eventually she took her hand off the big red button hooked up to her thruster array as she adjusted to the fact that he wasn't another target.
"Next step?" she replied, the scrap of a lighter's flint audible from her end, "Keep breakin' shit 'till the Captain says to do somethin' else. She mentioned we're gonna nab a ship, though."
She couldn't help the pang of disappointment as she surveyed the battlefield and found the conflict was over just as it began. Battles were so much less fun these days. Always too many mobile suits to fight or too few to offer a challenge. She took solace in the fact that if this little rebellion actually got off the ground a bit more, there was sure to be many, many more fights to come. The burning in her soul could only be staved off for so long with dreams of blood and glory before she needed to be in the midst of carnage. The ex pirate took a moment to mentally catalog the assembled crew. Cathrida, Laika, and that cheeky ass clown who closed the shutter on her. At least there was something of value to be found in this motley crew other than meat shields. If anyone knew what they were doing, it was Cathrida and Dannie knew she'd lead them, if nothing else, to a death worth dying.

The Bad Guys - Can You Handle It?

Sounds fun

I'm down to clown

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

Renar @the party whenever they find evidence of monster activity

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

Renar narrowed his gaze at the disturbingly fresh food and prodded the barrel it rested on with his foot. He sniffed the air around the food but there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it. Of course the obvious answer to why there was food out is that someone else was nearby but that didn't explain why they had left all this food just lying around outside unprotected where other animals could get to it or it could be stolen. Perhaps it was bait of some kind? If so, why was it sitting on a barrel? Perhaps it was meant for something tall? For a human? Was it poisoned? Unlikely. Bandits would be far more likely to poison a blade than try and bait a person as one would a rat.

His thoughts were interrupted by a desperate cry from inside the castle and a shout. The shout sounded like the Nazairi mercenary but the war cry was unknown to him. The castle was occupied after all and it seemed the inhabitants were not happy about having trespassers. The scout looked to Avery with pursed lips and glanced in the direction of the commotion, then back to her, then back to the shouting, and shook his head vigorously. As much confidence as he had in the mercenary and her ability to take care of what sounded like one starving vagrant, he had no wish to risk his own life for some misplaced sense of honor or loyalty to a cause he didn't even know existed until a few weeks ago. There is a fine line between bravery and stupidity and Renar was of the mind that it was best not to approach it at all lest he find himself having crossed it by accident.

The Witcher: Under the Shadow

I'm still here.