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WH40k: Shadow War - An Inquisition/Dark Heresy RP [High Casual, Low Advanced] [Mature/18+]

@Jbcool So what's the word on a possible ooc?

@Eisenhorn

The OOC has been up for three days!

roleplayerguild.com/topics/154835-wh40..

@Dannyrulx@Eisenhorn@POOHEAD189@Roosan@Gizm0@FallenTrinity

Unleash the Dogs of War! (Warhammer Fantasy Roleplay Reboot) [Mature/18+]

@Gizm0 That's cool.

@DrunkasaurusRex Well...get to thinking.

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

@agentmanatee@Bright_Ops@mackielars@Rultaos@Andreyich@NecroKnight@Dannyrulx

You will all join the same squad, some how and some way you will; then again, there is no standard size for a Guard formation...not really. If you'd prefer to be a squad that also includes Soviet-like tank riders, then you can always double the squad size.

We can also wait for NPCs to be killed off...

Any suggestions are welcome, of course.

WH40k: Shadow War - An Inquisition/Dark Heresy RP [High Casual, Low Advanced] [Mature/18+]

@FallenTrinity

WH40k: Shadow War - An Inquisition/Dark Heresy RP [High Casual, Low Advanced] [Mature/18+]

WH40k: Shadow War

An Inquisition/Dark Heresy RP

This RP is now accepting new characters

Summary/Out of Character:

Hail and well met,

This will be my first attempt at running a DH-style RP - one based on the daring do of the Emperor's Inquisition - and also one of the few times that I have ventured into the Casual section at all. I'm here for some fresh blood, and also for some writers up for some underhanded and cloak-and-dagger action in service to the God-Emperor.

Players will take the role of acolytes; individuals from many different backgrounds and of varying but useful occupations, all in service to the Inquisitor (myself) and through then the Imperium.

I intend for this to be an ever evolving adventure, the choices you make having an affect on what happens and where the RP goes. What I require in this case is a small group (5 or so players) of dedicated roleplayers that can post at least twice a week and not simply bail on me quarter of a way through.

A decent grasp of English will also be required, and the ability to use it. In this case, initially at least, I'll be using your character application/profile/sheet, as well as RPing history, to determine suitability - please don't get this twisted for elitism or segregation, but past experience may have tinged my views slightly.

One thing you may all want to know, which is quite important, is that your characters will probably have been working for the Inquisition for about 2 years - if they've even been working for it at all until this point, your choice - but likely never have even met or know the true name of the Inquisitor his/herself.

Now, since you've read this far (assuming you have...), if you have any questions to ask then please ask away!

In Character Info:

The last rays of sunshine had disappeared over the horizon some hours ago, the lumelamps starting up with a slight whirr and hum before projecting there own sickly yellow luminescence, streaks of lamplight marking the timber frames of the tall houses on either side of the cobbled street where not a soul seemed to move; on the agri-world of Newrun it was traditional for all inhabitants to retire to their wood-and-white homes after sunset, the sturdy structures supported by hefty interior beams, low ceilings and kept warm by thatched rooftops that caught the winter snows. On this particular night not everyone had retired as was customary, in fact an entire retinue was making its way down the uneven street, down toward a waiting transport that would take them and their precious cargo down to the coastal port and from there eventually to a ship in orbit.

Inquisitor Therman Vale checked his comm once again, checking in with each of the twelve figures surrounding the shielded crate behind him, the slightly rusted wheels of the cart upon which it was being pulled giving the older warrior of the Emperor a slight migraine. Each one returned his hail, his Interrogator Hermann Ust, his sanctioned psyker Petrice De Vwah, and ten Stormtroopers clad in the crimson and black bodysuits and carapace armour of scions transferred to the Inquisition.

"I don't like this, Vale," grunted the experienced but very informal Interrogator, his eyes turning once more to the crate, a shiver running up his spine, "surely they don't all just retire for crumpets and amamsec?" A sneeze bought his attention back to the coated man before him, the broad figure of the Inquisitor moving in a casual manner, but Hermann knew him better than to let such things deceive him.

"On this world, as boring as it is, that is exactly what they do." Came the crackled response in his ear, the Mordian-born Inquisitor-in-training giving another snort of derision for these lax people and their almost decadent way of life.

It was only a moment later that the first projectile came whizzing from the darkness just beyond the streetlight, a solid slug that blew the head of the eerily attractive De Vwah into nothing more than a red mist, further shots plucking a trooper from his feet and sending the rest of the group scurrying for cover by the corners of houses and in the alleyways between them.

"Do not let them take the crate!" Yelled the Inquisitor into his comm-bead, pulling his combat shotgun from the holster upon his back in one smooth motion, the Stormtroopers moving back into the open and forming a cordon around the cart and crate even as the first of a howling mob burst onto the scene at both ends of the street, Hermann cursing and raising his las pistol to send beams of superheated energy into the nondescript figures sprinting toward them as fast as their feet could carry them.

Hellguns cut swathes through the clamouring mobs, Vale blowing chunks out of whomever approached until his weapon ran dry and he was forced to draw his powersword in a blaze of energy, his Interrogator following suit and soon finding himself grappling with an assailant face-to-face...

They're weaing masks, his mind registered, even as a second and third figure came at him from behind, bloody ugly masks!

Within half-an-hour the conflict was over, the bodies of the Inquisitor and his entire retinue disappearing, along with whatever cargo they had been transporting, into the frosty night. When Imperial agents returned to Newrun seeking answers they instead found nothing, nothing accept an entire village of loyal citizens all claiming the same thing - that they had never even seen those they spoke of, and that they were simply a peaceful planet of agri-workers.

Such has been the accepted story for over three decades, Newrun and the sub-sector in which is sits continuing as it always had, and everything as quiet as it could possibly be...until now.

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+ + + + + + + + + + + + + +TRANSMITTED: Classified
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + + +RECEIVED: Classified
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + +DESTINATION: Monachorum Orbital Station, Yarncombe sub-sector, Segmentum Ultima
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + DATE: 6212.M42
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + TELEPATHIC DUCT: Classified
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + REF: Inq/474738374788019283898/UN
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + AUTHOR: Investigator G. Alinari
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + SUBJECT: The Time is Now
+ + + + + + + + + + + + + + + THOUGHT FOR THE DAY: "Study the alien, the better to kill it."

To whom it may concern, welcome.

You have received this message by order of His most Holy Inquistion, the Ordo Xenos to be more precise, for you are one of the chosen few and therefore a most gifted individual. Though you do not know my master - or eachother for that matter - you have been selected to serve he and Him on Terra; some of you may have served him for the past two years, while some may have only recently been deigned strong enough left your own worlds, all that matters now is that you are called upon to do your duty to the God-Emperor and serve His Inquisition in this time of need.

The details of your assignment shall be revealed to you in four days, feel free to make yourselves comfortable. This is an Imperial station and a well used thoroughfare, each of you has been assigned a suite of their own for the duration of your stay. Upon noon of the fourth day you will be sent a communique wherever you are aboard the station, and the location for your first briefing.

Do not try to contact me, do not try to trace this message, and do not ever become inattentive in mind or action.

The Emperor protects.

Rules

- Sort your squabbles out in private. If you persistently disagree with another player or they're grieving you, involve me. If necessary, I will get the moderators involved.

- No godmodding (controlling someone else's character).

- Try to post at least once a week, let me know if you can't post soon, and please try for at least three paragraphs.

- One character per player.

- My decisions are final.

Character Sheet

Please submit your character sheets by sending them to me in a Private Message before posting them to the Character tab.

I've decided to try something a little different with this RP, and it is thus;

Could you please write about your character in prose form, it can be as long as you like, but must include the important details – those being things such as their name, possibly their age, what they look like (clothes, weapons, etc), belief systems, where they come from (feel free to make up countries, regions and so on), and anything else you feel might be important.

You can simply write about them, include everything in a short story about them, however you see fit really.

Please PM them to me when you are done, and I look very much forward to reading them.

If you have any questions, please feel free to ask.

The Emperor Protects.

@Dannyrulx@Eisenhorn@POOHEAD189@Roosan@Gizm0

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

Daemons and cultists. No CSM.

@Dannyrulx

Cool, cool... Rubs hands together in a most suspicious way

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

@NecroKnight

- Try to post at least once a week, let me know if you can't post soon, and please try for at least three paragraphs.

I believe I did that, so shaddapa yer face with the crickets!

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

Right, need to know a couple of things.

@Bright_Ops@Hank@mackielars@Rultaos@Andreyich@NecroKnight@Dannyrulx@agentmanatee

Firstly, @Bright_Ops, do the Helheim have any form of Imperial ID on them? A highly visible Aquila, ID chips, anything to show that they're not Chaos scum?

Secondly, I'd like everyone to just quickly tell me who/what enemies they're regiments/characters have fought against before the Vernum conflict. I've looked at everyones character histories again, but need to know from each player anyway.

Thank you.

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

Time: 7:45 PM, Location: Deck-Barracks 792, aboard the Transport Frigate 'Castellan' - ETA til transition to the warp 1 hour

"When are we getting to where we're going and what's the best way to kill what we're fighting when we get there?"

"Ehm... v-vhat huppened too Captain Weiss? Und... ehm vill our positons be avvected by the change in leadership?"

"Captain, can we expect less chances of friendly fire happening to us?"

"Sir! How will we divide the roles in the Company? How will we be divided into support units, shock troopers, or standard infantry detail?”

The questions came swiftly and, in most cases, precisely from the ranks of the assembled company - and it would have come as no surprise that the Captain expected nothing less from a formation crafted from the remains of many different regiments, whether they were Abhuman or fanatic, veteran or greenhorn. After mulling over each question, pausing to allow them all to be shouted or spoken at him, he slipped a data-slate from one of the many pockets placed on his trenchcoat and ran a leather clad thumb over the flickering screen and the Gothic runes before him. He decided that he would answer each question in turn, but as one.

"If those are all the questions," he began as he eyed up each of those that had spoken, waiting for the Wisps to make their way out of the assemblage and toward the Colonel's office, "then allow me now to reply."
Taking a moment to compose himself once more, he cleared his throat and continued in the smooth tone he had been using, lifting a hand momentarily to put a stop to any clapping that was still going on.

"By our best estimates we shall be reaching Warzone Alpha-Zeta-Twelve in just under three weeks of warp travel, of course the immaterium is a notoriously tricky thing and accidents have happened before." His eyes moved leisurely from the goat-man, something he did not really have any personal thoughts on one way or another, to the recently promoted 'Sergeant Ninke', "Captain Weiss is no longer in command, I am. That is all you need to know. As for your promotion...Ingran, Ninke, former vox officer...command has something special planned for you. Attend me after this meeting is dismissed for further orders."

One eyebrow raised itself up a little as the Felinid spoke, the large legionnaire picking out the lithe figure from the masses with a steely glare, "that is a question not befitting a Guardsman, and would be better addressed to your company commissariet," he intoned with a gesture to Kata and Ishmael flanking him on either side but otherwise unmoving, "and there will be no more such questions asked of myself or any other ranking officer, I hope you understand." It was not a question.

The last question was probably the most poignant in terms of what the future was for the regiment, and the Captain thought it over for a minute or two more before replying.

"Each company is to be split into platoons beneath a Lieutenant, in turn these platoons will be further divided into ten-man squads and each assigned a Chimera APC, each squad being home to two NCOs, a weapons specialist, and heavy weapons operator. The Helheim are also being split down further, for use as trackers, sappers and experts in irregular warfare. Yes, one of these Abhumans will be going with each squad, so if that doesn't appeal to anyone then that's too bad. The APCs will be crewed by their own crews, we and the rest of the companies will be used as mechanised infantry formations, fighting as such and in the manner of standard infantry - those with specialist training, such as vox technicians, heavy weapons training and the like will be spread between the squads as evenly as possible."

Having answered all the questions to his satisfaction at least, Captain Rochus got down from where he stood with a shout of "dis-missed!", making his way through mass of murmuring and chattering Guard until he found Ninke.

Leaning in close, easily towering over her, it was obvious just what damage his face had sustained and it was not pretty.

"Vox operator Ingran, you are hereby appointed as acting Sergeant; from here it is up to you to gather together a suitable squad of your own choosing, and requisition one of the regiments Chimera," one finger was thrust toward the other side of the deck, quite a walk away, where the Chimera armoured transports were being attended to by their crew and mechanics, "and one more thing..." now he leant in so close that his breath was hot on her face, "if I ever smell narcotics on you again, I will eject you from service so fast that you won't even realise it until its far too late. Now get out of my sight."

Some feet away, Junior-Commissar Sigrun watched the slightly enraged officer walk back toward the staircase, climb it with heavy footfalls, and enter his office just down the gangway from that of their regimental CO. Her eyes staying on Ninke for a moment before, with an adjustment of her peaked cap and a slight tapping of one finger on the butt of her bolt pistol, he smoothly turned on her heal and began what would be an inspection of the entire company.

---

"Permission to speak, Sir?"

Narrowing his eyes, the Tallarn warrior looked down his hooked nose at the assembled Wisps with a tut of displeasure, "you all look like a damned disgrace to your uniforms, and this does nothing to please me, but if you wish to speak then you have my permission do so."

His gaze could not have been more piercing if he tried, a hard, cold stare that said I see right through you... and was received from a man who could very well back it up by his words and actions.

@Bright_Ops@Hank@mackielars@Rultaos@Andreyich@NecroKnight@Dannyrulx@agentmanatee

It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Reboot/Continuation] [MATURE]

Pretty much, or if you want any bionics, new equipment etc. Mainly to see what quality you get, or if you get it at all.