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

Approaching the group, all swaying hips and seductive glares, Atella hissed at Harkin to keep up and to keep an eye out for any signs of trouble; this didn't include the Astartes of course, who was clearly more than capable of killing most anything inside the VIP club, something that the many Khorne worshipers had no doubt picked up on. Even now she could feel the attention of more than a few of them, the actions of the Fallen Angel having attracted an immediate cult following of bloodthirsty admirers.

"You may all call me Atella," she purred once within earshot of the huddled conspirators, "because that is my given name at birth, and I appear to be the only one here brave enough to use it."

Placing herself gently down on one of the chairs, deliberately chosen to be mid-way between 'Thorn' and 'Ersus' and as obvious as possible, ignoring the only other who had given their honest name and opinion - perhaps even naively so - to these two figures he did not even know, she twisted about to cast a narrowed gaze over Lucius and then at this man who presented himself as a scholar.

If there was one thing that worshipers of the Dark Prince knew how to do well, it was to lie through your teeth and get away with it, conversation and seduction being only two of the more human gifts one could achieve through acts of devotion to Slaanesh, and Atella could tell from the moment she heard the false name slip from the lips of the Space Marine that both he and this 'Ersus' were attempting to play one another for fools; there was something about the more bookish of the two though, something...malleable...changing all the time...she could smell it on him as easily as she could smell the lust of a man or a woman. This one was, in his own way, more dangerous than even the hulking warrior opposite him and she would have to be careful.

"Thorn, is it?" She questioned in a neutral tone, spinning the chair about to face Lucius with all the glee of a child, her eyes boring into his own though they were feet above her own, "well Thorn, why did you have to kill poor Raoul? He could have been useful to me, and now he is all broken and dead." Beneath the veils of silk her expression changed to one of mock regret, reflected in her eyes and by the short sigh that escaped her black lips.

"But lo'! I seem to have missed someone," a cry of mock amazement leaving her as she stood from the stall and sauntered past Salvius, extending her arm only briefly to run two fingers over his cheek, a languid and non-threatening gesture if there ever was one, her steps carrying her over to Sanath and his book.

Here she decided to stand, taking in the remarkably average person before her, "my favourite..." she cooed, leaning forward until her face was barely inches from his own, "...the unititated," for more than a few moments she did nothing, not moving or even seeming to breath, but after what may have seemed like an eternity she took the rather unusual route of getting as close to Sanath as she possibly could, pressing herself to him and rubbing a hand over the bag at his side, "so, what do you have here? It must be very important to you," her voice dropped to a whisper now, so quiet that possibly only the Astartes could hear over the noise of the club, "but it is also important to them, better you let me take a look at it now, yes?"

@The Whacko@Lord Coake@BCTheEntity@Keepvogel

Let sleeping dogs lie.

@Blackbeard@Austronaut@jbeil@POOHEAD189@Kingfisher@Shorticus@Lexicon@agentmanatee@Lord Coake@Culluket

Let sleeping dogs lie.

Cry "Havoc!" and let slip the dogs of war.

The Dogs of War is a polite-term to generally describe mercenaries from all across the world. They are hired and paid to fight any, if not all, the nations of the Warhammer World.

These warriors come from all backgrounds, some from the Empire, others from as far north as Norsca, some as far to the east as the Ogres and then those across the sea from Lustria. All types of races fulfill the role as mercenaries, such as Orcs, Goblins, Men, Elves, Undead, Dwarfs, Ogres and more. These Mercenary companies, although coming from different nations, fight without rancour for whoever can meet their often exorbitant cost. The Empire and Tilea are the best known nations that extensively use Mercenaries. However some Mercenary companies are unreliable and would easily turn on their employers if someone else pays even more.

Regular Bretonnian armies all but refuse to hire mercenaries, considering them dishonourable (and most Bretonnian lords care precious little for their peasants anyway - treating them as disposable 'cannon fodder'). On the other extreme are the Tilean city-states which simply don't have a regular army at all, employing whole mercenary armies composed of several companies. These armies are sometimes even commanded by an experienced mercenary general. In the Empire the standing of mercenaries seems to vary; skilled and professional free companies tend to be respected by most Imperial commanders while disorganized or unwilling rabble is often despised.

Greetings, one and all once more.

After much deliberation, again, and with plenty of time on my hands, I have decided to go with another RP. This time set in the more fantastical cousin of the 40K universe, yet still based inside Games Workshops chronologically confused but nonetheless quite entertaining lore. If you do not know this 'version' of the franchise so well, or if you have any questions, please feel free to send me a PM or ask in this thread.

Character Creation/Profiles

Here is the character profile/registration format, which needs to followed exactly. When created, one must Private Message the profile to the moderator (me) for approval.

[B]Username:[/B]

[b]Character Name:[/b]

[b]Race/Species:[/b]

[b]Gender:[/b]

[b]Age:[/b]

[b]Career (if any) and Skills:[/b]

[b]Weapons:[/b]

[b]Attire:[/b]

[b]Equipment/Other[/b]

[b]Physical Description (as detailed as possible please, pictures not accepted.):[/b]

[b]Mental Description/Personality:[/b]

[b]Background/History:[/b]

Extra Bits'N'Pieces/The Plan

While I could easily have gone for a Chaos Invasion scenario, or that of just the Empire or what-not, I much prefer having a varied and potentially highly interesting group around. In my opinion this just makes for a much better and more entertaining RP overall.

Therefore I have chosen an RP based the Dogs of War- the collective term in WHFB used to refer to companies of mercenary warriors, or even whole armies of them. Though mainly composed of Humans, more-or-less anyone can join if they seek to be hired for the correct price; Orcs, Dwarfs, Ogres and Halflings can all be found rubbing shoulders with one another for that sweet gleam of gold.

If you as a reader are familiar with such works as the Black Company novels then you may know a little of what to expect; essentially a group of misfits slammed together in their shared lust for gold, adventure and getting into other peoples messes.

While there shall be plenty of action, there will also be intrigue, politics, religion and all the 'grim darkness' that the 40K version is known for...just in a more fantasy-based setting.

Interested? Then come aboard!

The Setting

Tilea- the place for hired warriors -a collection of city-states, Republics and tyrannies all located on the very same peninsula. If you wanted to hire someone to do your killing, or you were indeed the person wishing to be hired, then this is likely the first place you would come. As such, it is the perfect place to hire, be hired or simply demonstrate ones skills and abilities for some heavy coin.

From Tilea anything is possible! One could travel to the steaming jungles of Lustria, to the frozen northern wastes, over the mountains into Bretonnia or into the civilised lands of the Empire.

Here is where it shall all begin...but where it will all end is another matter entirely.

Useful Links

http://warhammerfb.wikia.com/wiki/Dogs_of_War

http://warhammerfb.wikia.com/wiki/Warhammer_Wiki

http://whfb.lexicanum.com/wiki/Main_Page

Players & Their Character Profiles

W.I.P - W.I.P - @Jbcool

Unleash the Dogs of War! (Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay)[Mature]

@Blackbeard@Austronaut@jbeil@POOHEAD189@Kingfisher@Shorticus@Lexicon@agentmanatee@Lord Coake@Culluket

Righto, gonna be getting the OOC up by Friday, we'll be going for a time-period where the End Times didn't even happen and where our merry band of miscreants shall fight together simply because of coin, food, or both! Rather than actual brotherly bonds. I am going to allow more-or-less any race/species, with the utter banning of the Undead and the Skaven, if there's a good enough reason for them being there; the DoW come from all walks of life, from most races of the WHFB globe, and one needs only take a look at the old list of DoW to see the variety contained within.

Anyway, I'll set about getting the OOC thread up, so...yea; any questions, then please ask them.

The Fate of the Cursed (WH40K Renegade Space Marine RP: ALWAYS OPEN)

Do Astartes even have Lieutenants? I didn't think it was a rank in the Spess Mehreens.

On another note, I'll get a post up soon.

Unleash the Dogs of War! (Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay)[Mature]

@Blackbeard@Austronaut@jbeil@POOHEAD189@Kingfisher@Shorticus@Lexicon

Right then, folks, I'm liking the ideas that I'm seeing and I'd say that they're pretty much all acceptable. There is one thing I would like to ask though, before we get going with an IC thread, and that is when we would like to set this?

I was thinking of just before the End Times, completely ignoring that the End Times ever happened, or going with the Endhammer setting that some fans of come up with - essentially a post-apocalyptic WHFB setting.

Thoughts on the matter, anyone?

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

@agentmanatee@Sarpedon@Lord Coake@Bright_Ops

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

You guys are hi-lar-i-ous! And thank you for the sacrifices, they were delicious.

Anywho, we're finally the last leg, the cavalry has arrived, so feel free to go as insane as you like with what will probably be the finishing posts.

After that I think it's time for a reform, debrief, and a ponder on what the next mission might hold.

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

If the pre-Imperial 'Hell', or a version of it thought up by any one of the multitudes of civilisations, actually existed, well, the Guardsmen and women trying their utmost to hold the cathedral may believe that they were experiencing it, or even that they were actually there; it was a scene that had taken place, and continued to take place, on a billion worlds with a billion combatants, and as always the entire thing stank of desperation. Ammo was running dry, the green horde seemed numberless, and once the Xenos finally breached the trenches, barricades and wire, it would be over all too soon for the valiant defenders of Man.

Colour-Sergeant Bourne stood over the ruined body of Lieutenant Greyson, the entire front of his face missing and his body twisted like a fallen rag doll, the Albakin - unlike many of the more mingled and confused regiments - generally having kept themselves together as a coherent formation. Currently, they had positioned themselves at one of the larger breaches caused by a looted basilisk in three lines, a common enough deployment in the Praetorian Guard but something which the men and women of Alba continued to find unnatural, and poured volley after volley into the mass of rampaging alien fiends. More than once in the last few minutes, after clambering to within bayonet distance of the red-coated line, the Orks had nearly managed to close with their adversaries but each time had been thrown back! It could not last though, ammo was beginning to run low and every casualty was another blow to the regiment and their very survival...but help was coming.

Thrakta was somewhere out there in the sea of lumbering beasts and cunning Grots, a beast nearly as large as an Astartes Terminator - and that was without armour! - who sent wave after wave forward to meet their demise or victory; some may wonder why the Orks followed such suicidal commands, or why they went to meet death so willingly, but these were Human thoughts and to an Ork such things were meaningless in the extreme. They lived for war, they thirsted for it, and if it meant dying in combat then all the better.

What the Warboss didn't realise, as skilled as he was in warfare when compared to other Greenskins, was that he and his remaining forces had not long ago been encircled by multiple vengeful regiments of the grim-faced Krieg as well as others, slowly but surely marching their way into battle for the Emperor and for Mankind as a whole.

At first it seemed that all hope was lost, but when the horde began to slacken somewhat, something even Bourne could see but did not entirely understand, black outlines started appearing on each road leading toward the centre of the city. With them came rumbling vehicles, flame and las-fire spitting death at the larger Greenskins, the bayonet and las-gun of the humble infantryman seeing to others, and Warboss Thrakta even helping by decapitating those unlucky enough to be within reach as he watched his chances of victory slipping from his grasp.

"Albakin!" Yelled the Sergeant over the sounds of battle, hardly able to hear himself but doing his darnedest anyway, "give them another volley, then ready bayonets and prepare to charge. We'll see these abominations from the field."

This was how the children of Alba liked to fight, up close to their enemy and with twelve-inches or more of razor-sharp metal, the blood of the kilt-clad soldiers hot and bought nearly to boiling point by their static position.

So they fired off another volley, then waited...and waited...and waited...

"Albakin, for the clan, for the regiment, for the Emperor! Charge!"

Bourne gave a practice swing of his sword as he ran, the dimly glowing energy field crackling around the blade and humming with power, the more-or-less empty las-pistol thrown at the head of a bellowing Orkoid as he ran, all around him the shrill warcry of his adopted regiment and the renewed sound of an Alban reel upon the pipes causing him to forget everything but this fight and this moment in time.

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

@agentmanatee As yes...Ozy...well, he kindly sent me a PM explaining that he no longer had the impetus to forge ahead with this; I did however tell him that he is welcome back if he desires to come back at some future point.

Is Bright still about? Probably...