I always thought a "remnant" regiment would be interesting. Put together through scraps of nearly destroyed units.
Indeed, don't get me started on that.
Looks good though, of the Ogryn should cease to be, then feel free to shimmy him in somewhere.
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I am Jb; Briton by birth, roleplayer by my own hand, and lover of literature. I am also an amateur historian, a receiver of a Bachelors degree in Ancient and Medieval History - quite a useless degree, actually - and would like to think that I'm a fair, honest and open guy.
As far as RP'ing goes, I'm pretty open to most things really, all you need to do is ask! :)
So, if you've ever any questions for me, wish to speak about RP's involving myself or run by myself, or simply feel like a chat, don't be afraid to get in touch.
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Indeed, don't get me started on that.
Looks good though, of the Ogryn should cease to be, then feel free to shimmy him in somewhere.
@Sophrus Looks good to me, but just so I understand, he was in a Penal Legion? Or he ended up in one eventually?
@Jbcool What would be common weapons and equipment for soldiers/mercs? Is Plasma treated like it is in WH40K?
Finally, an actual question from someone, and probably yes; a not-so-rare but very unstable substance that can nonetheless be harnessed for things. Common equipment and weapons would be whatever you'd like, more likely on the lower-tech end of the scale (to begin with), but it really depends on what you want. In my example I based the character off a Greek hoplite, thus he had a basic flechette-gun, a sword, a shield.
Common weapons would probably just be a melee weapon of some sort, some form of protective body armour and a sidearm/primary firearm.
Doesn't help much I know, but that's why I gave you guys freedom to choose.
Should probably all watch out for that Mech-guy, I see he's fiddling with a hefty syringe over there...
then again, the name of the game is explicitly Chaos alignment, after all
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Just like Necroes here, you appear to have gone with that idea, when the point of this was actually just to have a renegade/pirate band; there was never anything Chaos specific. Just check the OP.
By all means, if you wish to kill the Ogryn and just have another character stow away, I'll not be annoyed.
On Terra they had began, all clad in storm-like grey, from Terra they had marched, to make the tyrants pay!
Terra, the planet that none of them would ever see again – each of them taken from the warlike stock of Albia at the unification of their homeworld...only young Kazimir having been plucked from Barbarus, his features those gaunt and sallow ones so familiar upon the now damned world.
Many of those they now accompanied would have known the name of the 'Death Guard', the Fourteenth Legion, but few of them would have noticed the fact that – beneath the flaking and battered black paint of their Mark Three and Four suits of power armour, beneath the stencilled and embedded Aquila of the loyalist Astartes – the paint to be found there was grey, that of their right arms a deep crimson, and upon their right shoulders the faint marking of the sun and skull of the legion that they had once been.
Squatting on one of the more minor roads, the systems of his armour still whirring even when not in motion, Ferreus awkwardly twisted his head about to take in the several other members of his squad, the helmet stuck in place but his eyes able to glance from side-to-side through the eye-slits before him; all was ready it seemed, bolters cocked and loaded, even the Multi-Melta hefted about by the largest of his squad ready to be deployed at a moments notice. It was a weapon that, unless they could find further ammunition for it, would eventually need to be discarded, no matter how much Brother Tihomir loved it.
“Look!” Hissed Sergeant Gentian, thrusting a large finger in the direction of battle, several figures making their way toward the château and the distinct sound of older variants of armour mingling with bolter fire, the thrump of grenades, and the ra-ta-ta ra-ta-ta of automated defence turrets. They had been told that Château Thorn was no normal fortification, and the intelligence turned out to be good.
“So, it begins.”
With a grunt of effort and an exhalation of air the nameless Astartes returned to his full height, dusk – their natural ally – setting in even as they moved, helmets auto-senses picking out mortal figures and targets even as he began to advance on the château with his squad fanning out into a semi-crescent to either side of him.
Although he, and by connection his squad, had been charged with the taking of the rooftop – a strategic position indeed, and not one to be given up lightly – he could see dozens of uniformed traitors milling about the larger bulks of Rhino APCs. AS far as he knew those were the true targets, those were what would carry them to the heart of the enemy and from there to final glory...metal boxes.
“Gentian!”
There was a sudden halt and lowering of their bulks as the Legionnaires took a knee halfway between their objective and their former cover of the surrounding woodland, each as black as the night and probably for that reason alone – as well as the added 'distraction' on the other side of the fortification – not being shot at, Ferreus gesturing for the Sergeant to kneel by him.
“Open a channel with the other squads, I have sighted the APCs; shall I engage, or do we proceed to the roof?”
Too long had he been a follower, but nor was he truly a leader, so for now he would wait.
Terra, the planet that none of them would ever see again – each of them taken from the warlike stock of Albia at the unification of their homeworld...only young Kazimir having been plucked from Barbarus, his features those gaunt and sallow ones so familiar upon the now damned world.
Many of those they now accompanied would have known the name of the 'Death Guard', the Fourteenth Legion, but few of them would have noticed the fact that – beneath the flaking and battered black paint of their Mark Three and Four suits of power armour, beneath the stencilled and embedded Aquila of the loyalist Astartes – the paint to be found there was grey, that of their right arms a deep crimson, and upon their right shoulders the faint marking of the sun and skull of the legion that they had once been.
Squatting on one of the more minor roads, the systems of his armour still whirring even when not in motion, Ferreus awkwardly twisted his head about to take in the several other members of his squad, the helmet stuck in place but his eyes able to glance from side-to-side through the eye-slits before him; all was ready it seemed, bolters cocked and loaded, even the Multi-Melta hefted about by the largest of his squad ready to be deployed at a moments notice. It was a weapon that, unless they could find further ammunition for it, would eventually need to be discarded, no matter how much Brother Tihomir loved it.
“Look!” Hissed Sergeant Gentian, thrusting a large finger in the direction of battle, several figures making their way toward the château and the distinct sound of older variants of armour mingling with bolter fire, the thrump of grenades, and the ra-ta-ta ra-ta-ta of automated defence turrets. They had been told that Château Thorn was no normal fortification, and the intelligence turned out to be good.
“So, it begins.”
With a grunt of effort and an exhalation of air the nameless Astartes returned to his full height, dusk – their natural ally – setting in even as they moved, helmets auto-senses picking out mortal figures and targets even as he began to advance on the château with his squad fanning out into a semi-crescent to either side of him.
Although he, and by connection his squad, had been charged with the taking of the rooftop – a strategic position indeed, and not one to be given up lightly – he could see dozens of uniformed traitors milling about the larger bulks of Rhino APCs. AS far as he knew those were the true targets, those were what would carry them to the heart of the enemy and from there to final glory...metal boxes.
“Gentian!”
There was a sudden halt and lowering of their bulks as the Legionnaires took a knee halfway between their objective and their former cover of the surrounding woodland, each as black as the night and probably for that reason alone – as well as the added 'distraction' on the other side of the fortification – not being shot at, Ferreus gesturing for the Sergeant to kneel by him.
“Open a channel with the other squads, I have sighted the APCs; shall I engage, or do we proceed to the roof?”
Too long had he been a follower, but nor was he truly a leader, so for now he would wait.
I guess I'll get a post up then...these lengths are imposing though.
@Bishop I can see we're somewhat on the wrong page here, so let me clarify for myself and others.
This is just a quote to highlight what I'm about with this RP, really, and that is 'the group' - your character, as he is, does not really fit into that dynamic. You say he was supposed to be the leader and yet fail to mention that, you say "So my character will not be working with you but your characters will be working for him." As if him being the leader of the group gives him some sort of authority to use them in his quest for his Princess. You say "Fits the whole why be a mercenary thing. He is still in the lead unless someone has already taken the role." And "And this searching for someone excuse fits with ANY story." When it simply isn't true for this RP.
If this was an RP concerned with individuals outside of a central theme, more like a D&D session, and the 'leader' wasn't just the one employed by the actual employer to find and hire his band of merry men, then I'd have absolutely no problem with him - and I actually have no problem with him as a character in general - but you already seem to have formed a narrative of your own into your character and mind before we've even started.
This (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mercenary) is all you really need to see where I'm coming from.
Lastly you say, "Even in battle he was in the front line so I don't know where you got the ninja vibe. He is too big to be one, too heavy and his metal armor would suggest some affinity to combat on the battlefield like any armored warrior." This would be because he gets hired as an assassin, as you said so yourself, and an individual, and I ponder as to why the last of his race (more or less) would ever now risk himself in the front line of battle (by himself anyway). Surely a dead dragon is not a useful dragon?
I hope this has cleared a few things up, if not then I apologise and will try better.
So, here is a sci-fi based role play - think of Warhammer 40,000 mixed with Star Wars mixed with Iain Banks' Culture series mixed with Xenophon's Anabasis mixed with the Hellenistic Era in general mixed with the Italian condottieri, and you'll have some idea of what you can expect. Throw in a spattering of adventure, world building, 'slice of life' antics and you're pretty much there.
As you probably gathered, we're going to be forming an inter-galactic band of gun slinging, blade-toting bodies-for-hire; exactly what form your characters take is more-or-less completely up to the player. I'm deliberately leaving the background/setting sparse and vague, as well as asking players not to reveal everything about their characters when it comes time to write them up.
This is just a quote to highlight what I'm about with this RP, really, and that is 'the group' - your character, as he is, does not really fit into that dynamic. You say he was supposed to be the leader and yet fail to mention that, you say "So my character will not be working with you but your characters will be working for him." As if him being the leader of the group gives him some sort of authority to use them in his quest for his Princess. You say "Fits the whole why be a mercenary thing. He is still in the lead unless someone has already taken the role." And "And this searching for someone excuse fits with ANY story." When it simply isn't true for this RP.
If this was an RP concerned with individuals outside of a central theme, more like a D&D session, and the 'leader' wasn't just the one employed by the actual employer to find and hire his band of merry men, then I'd have absolutely no problem with him - and I actually have no problem with him as a character in general - but you already seem to have formed a narrative of your own into your character and mind before we've even started.
This (en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mercenary) is all you really need to see where I'm coming from.
Lastly you say, "Even in battle he was in the front line so I don't know where you got the ninja vibe. He is too big to be one, too heavy and his metal armor would suggest some affinity to combat on the battlefield like any armored warrior." This would be because he gets hired as an assassin, as you said so yourself, and an individual, and I ponder as to why the last of his race (more or less) would ever now risk himself in the front line of battle (by himself anyway). Surely a dead dragon is not a useful dragon?
I hope this has cleared a few things up, if not then I apologise and will try better.
@Bishop Right, I do have a couple of questions.
Why did you go with the 'dying race' and 'save the princess' tropes? I mean, there's a million reasons why one becomes a mercenary, mostly linked to economic or historical factors, but you went straight for the 'more-or-less entire race wiped out' path. Seems quite odd to me that you'd do that.
Secondly, why would he join a mercenary band at all? By your own admission, or from what I can gather, he is the foremost authority (or one of them) in his 'field' - so much so that he's even earned a nickname. Why would he not be too busy/too in demand to even bother coming to Taenarum in the first place? Surely he'd be too busy searching for the last survivors of his race or going on an assassination mission for someone somewhere? He honestly doesn't sound like a mercenary, he sounds more like a space dragon ninja assassin who be be more useful on his own than as part of a group.
Lastly, he's a walking arsenal (I know, he's a dragon), how are most of the other players supposed to measure up to that? Even a veteran or group would be hard pressed to take him down. His body is made of a 'special metal', his tail is a blow torch, he can breath bursts of energy, and although his vision in the day is poor he nevertheless has goggles to counter this.
Please believe me when I tell you that I'm not deliberately trying to knock you down, but your character just seems to go against most of what I asked for; there is little balance, his background tells me why he wouldn't become a sword-for-hire, and overall he just doesn't fit.
Now, whether you want to disagree with me (which is fine, I welcome debate), edit him or just retire completely is entirely up to you.
@Ozymandias What seems to be the problem? Perhaps we can help.
@Iuniper It is interesting...where's yours!
@Jeyma Pretty much.
@Tsar Gatto Fair enough, I look forward to it.
@POOHEAD189 Again, I look forward to seeing what you come up with.
@Ulstermann@Force and Fury@Sovi3t I'll assume you guys are no longer interested then, which is a shame, but fair enough.
Why did you go with the 'dying race' and 'save the princess' tropes? I mean, there's a million reasons why one becomes a mercenary, mostly linked to economic or historical factors, but you went straight for the 'more-or-less entire race wiped out' path. Seems quite odd to me that you'd do that.
Secondly, why would he join a mercenary band at all? By your own admission, or from what I can gather, he is the foremost authority (or one of them) in his 'field' - so much so that he's even earned a nickname. Why would he not be too busy/too in demand to even bother coming to Taenarum in the first place? Surely he'd be too busy searching for the last survivors of his race or going on an assassination mission for someone somewhere? He honestly doesn't sound like a mercenary, he sounds more like a space dragon ninja assassin who be be more useful on his own than as part of a group.
Lastly, he's a walking arsenal (I know, he's a dragon), how are most of the other players supposed to measure up to that? Even a veteran or group would be hard pressed to take him down. His body is made of a 'special metal', his tail is a blow torch, he can breath bursts of energy, and although his vision in the day is poor he nevertheless has goggles to counter this.
Please believe me when I tell you that I'm not deliberately trying to knock you down, but your character just seems to go against most of what I asked for; there is little balance, his background tells me why he wouldn't become a sword-for-hire, and overall he just doesn't fit.
Now, whether you want to disagree with me (which is fine, I welcome debate), edit him or just retire completely is entirely up to you.
@Ozymandias What seems to be the problem? Perhaps we can help.
@Iuniper It is interesting...where's yours!
@Jeyma Pretty much.
@Tsar Gatto Fair enough, I look forward to it.
@POOHEAD189 Again, I look forward to seeing what you come up with.
@Ulstermann@Force and Fury@Sovi3t I'll assume you guys are no longer interested then, which is a shame, but fair enough.
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