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Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP (Interested?)

@Dead Cruiser@ArisenMoon See post above.

WARHAMMER 40K: THE TARSON INCURSION

There was really not much that Nergüi could do, not much but let out a sigh inside his helmet and scan their surroundings, nothing the psyker did really surprising him any more. Not only that, but the thing that she rode was a damned disgrace, even an emotionless member of the Mechanicus would have wept! Not only that, but she was blatantly and flagrantly in breach of techno-heresy and, had she not clearly had the protection of the Sister-Celestian - who just so happened to be in charge of this mission - he likely would have shot her.

Taking his eyes away from the abomination, that actually hurt for him to look at even without an apparent Imperial servant riding it, he took a seat on a slab of rockrete and - although looking much like a silent statue on the outside - began to mutter prayers to the Khan and the Emperor for strength and protection, ceasing only once as the Krieger made a comment that he no doubt thought just as unfunny as his last.

Musha shugyō - A Feudal Japanese RP

@AmongHeroes@BingTheWing@Sigurd@AmongHeroes@Riddle Me This@Demous@71452K@Vonghese@sassy1085@CaptainBritton@PrincePierce@Deadlyrose9641@comanche

Just in case ye didnae get it the first time around...

Musha shugyō - A Feudal Japanese RP

@AmongHeroes Looks like it may just be you and me.

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP

@Themerlinhawk Well, so far only you, Asura and Burning have even replied...so...not far.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

@jbeil@Andreyich@Kratesis@BCTheEntity

The Guard were the sledgehammer of the Emperor, rank upon rank of armoured might and flak-vested infantry, the armed might of humanity used to smash asunder all opposition. The Adeptus Astartes, the Angels of Death, had often been compared to the scalpel – a precision instrument of His divine will – an elite among elites and almost always the last thing an enemy of the Imperium would see before their demise by bolter or blade. Then there were the Adepta Sororitas, the Maidens of the Emperor, healers, scholars and warriors blended into a shell of peak physicality and clad in a lesser form of power armour to bring fiery destruction to His foes.

All this passed through the mind of Kliment as he watched the Sisters advance on the enemy position, explosive rounds blowing what had once been men into puffs of gore, sacred promethium – a favourite of the Sororitas – sending traitors to their flaming ruin, and out there on the field a voice more apt to the shared vocalisations of a feminine choir suddenly began the Fede Imperialis. Such a sight and the multitude of sounds assailing his ears may have bought him to tears, had he been able to cry after the removal of his tear ducts, but he had no doubt that the emotion he felt was nothing compared to the eternal torment of those PDF troopers souls.

His thoughts were interrupted as a figure dropped down beside him, none other than the Amazonian Hospitaller apparently, one arm dangling from her side while she gripped her bolt pistol in the other; Emperor but he had been right to request their protection, for they were truly his chosen.

“Sister, are you alright?” He questioned, leaning around the corner long enough to sight and destroy a grim-faced trooper in a flurry of shots to the largest body mass, the man thrown backward by the momentum of the shots into his body. She did not appear too injured to him, and he had to get into the barracks before his quarry could get away, “follow me when you can.” His face was oddly reassuring then, one hand pressed to her shoulder before he too stood from his squatting position and advanced on the enemy.

“From the blasphemy of the Fallen,
Our Emperor, deliver us.”

Although clearly not a Sister or a member of the Ecclesiarchy, he was as aware of the Sororitas battle prayer as any other, his bionic eye glaring with a baleful light as he mouthed the words in his own deep voice.
One-by-one the voices of two became the voices of many, female voices raised high in praise of the God-Emperor even as shells whined around them and bodies were piled up on both sides, the fire from the PDF slackening as their foes began to wonder why they were fighting and just where their loyalties lay.

“From the begetting of daemons,
Our Emperor, deliver us,

From the curse of the mutant,
Our Emperor, deliver us,

A morte perpetua,
Domine, libra nos.”

The last words were spat froth in a catechism of hate, their adversaries beginning to break under the withering storm of superior shots and sturdier belief, some even throwing down their arms and falling to their knees. Kliment was immune to such things however, having passed the death sentence of entire planets in his long life, gunning down a trio of troopers even as they surrendered; to him they were traitors and nothing more.

In a fibre-muscled burst of speed he leapt over the sandbags of the enemy cordon, hammering two gunners into unconsciousness with the butt of his pistol, before propelling himself, alone and unprotected, into the interior of the NCO barracks.

---

Van Der Schartz was already dead when Kliment hammered down the doorway into the comm-room of the building, his pistol scanning for foes as he entered, his eyes moving first to the corpse in the middle of the floor – a still steaming hole burned through the centre of his forehead – and then to the eerily calm Operator sat by a crackling vox-set.

“My apologies for the mess,” said De'Shard with a smile, “but the Colonel had somewhat of an accident.”

The Inquisitor moved with the grace of a feline, moving around until he stood in front of the Operator, his pistol pointed directly at him.

“Well,” shrugged De'Shard, “I won't be needing this any more.”

One las-pistol was thrown to the floor, the man who had been holding it now lifting his hands up to show his empty palms.

“You can't stop it,” he sniffed nonchalantly, “everything will be as She said, whether you believe stopping us here will make any difference or not. We were told to expect you you see, told that one of you may come, he told us on Her behalf and he was right.”

“Speak plain, heretic!” Barked Kliment, “and I will make sure that you receive a quick death.”

“Heretic?” The seated man looked genuinely confused by this, his face showing that whatever it was he believed in that he believed it sincerely, “you still don't understand.” His voice was full of pity now, his tone like that of a teacher or parent speaking with a child, “we did this for the Emperor, under instructions from His emissaries...we did nothing wrong.”

“By the Throne you have some nerve...who do you speak of? Who?!”

“Immortality Through Faith, Inquisitor, that is what your comrade-in-arms told us – he said that She would be reborn through her faith, an angel to fight at the side of the God-Emperor, and that through them both we would live forever.”

Comrade-in-arms? She? Something deeper was happening in this sector, something more than he knew or could see, something that had already caused disturbances on other worlds and something that needed to be stopped.

---

Kliment emerged from the barracks with the now silent De'Shard in tow, his hands bound with vox wire and a stupefied smile across his face, not a mark of violence upon him...not yet.

PLEASE READ

Righto if everyone – at least everyone at the compound – could make a 'finishing post', I'll get us back aboard the ship and off planet once more. Feel free to take prisoners, kill everyone, have a little battlefield prayer time, gather up any intelligence you can and so forth; I'll have another post up on Wednesday come rain or shine, so what you do between now and then is up to you.

Emperor bless.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

@jbeil@BCTheEntity Some damn good action, damn good.

@Andreyich@Kratesis

I'll finish up the 'scene' soon, and then we'll move forwards and upwards, feel free to bring Horacio and Virtuvia in if you like, if not then that's also fine, I'll tie everything up in a neat little bow anyway.

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP

@BCTheEntity@Kratesis@Themerlinhawk@DJAtomika@deathbringer@CaptainBritton@BurningDaisies@Laduguer@Ezekiel@Asura@POOHEAD189

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP

The Daemon has many forms. You must know
them all. You must tell the Daemon from his
disguise and root him out from the hidden
places. Trust no one. Trust not even yourself. It
is better to die in vain than to live in
abomination. The zealous martyr is praised for
his valour, the craven and the unready are
justly abhorred. - Excerpted from the
First Book of Indoctrinations

TL;DR Summary:

• Set within the Games Workshop universe, I intend to stick to the lore as closely as possible while still retaining some form of originality and invention; if you're not a Warhammer 40,000 purist or utter nerd, that's fine.
• This takes place in the years of the 42nd Millennia, the Necrons are waking up...the Tau are preparing for another sphere of expansion, the Golden Throne is failing and Roboute Guilliman has just concluded his Indomitus Crusade and the beginning of the Plague Wars; what could possibly go wrong? (A map of the galaxy in its current state...)
• We'll be taking on the role of an Inquisitorial retinue - Ordo Malleus to be specific - participating in however many missions, tasks and scenarios I and my Co-GM(s) can get my (our) head(s) around. There will be an eventual 'endgame', I'm just not certain what it is yet.
• Sound familiar? That's because it is. Don't worry, they'll be plenty different.
• Xenos of Major and Minor varieties are acceptable to a degree, but if you choose to play one then you'd better know what you’re doing. Humans are preferred, but not demanded.
• Please private-message character sheets to me for approval. I will put a template up in the Char tab.

In Character Info

In the grim darkness of the 42nd millenium there is only war - but there is also emotion, motivation and greed.

Deep beneath the surface of our thin veneer of reality have always lurked the denizens of warp-space, those servants of the Dark Gods that some call daemons and others label as Neverborn, beings bought forth from the primordial soup of the warp by humanities emotions and every negative act ever done by one human unto another. Since the dawning of time they have existed, and ever do they seek to possess the souls and fleshy bodies of those living servants of the God-Emperor, whether by devouring them in a blood-crazed orgy or simply influencing them unto their own demise.

The Emperor's holy Inquisition has stood as a monolithic – if clandestine – bulwark against their kind for ten-thousand years and more, the servants of the Ordo Malleus being the most loyal and dedicated in annihilating any trace of the daemonic through any means necessary; civilians are neutralised, entire regiments sent to oblivion, and even members of the Adeptus Astartes are mind-wiped by the shadowy initiates of this most secret of organisations.

Those that serve alongside Inquisitors of the Ordo Malleus must be of the purest hearts and most keen intellects, the most devout faith in the God-Emperor and His power, and are chosen primarily for those attributes with their combat abilities a close second.

In this dark time, when the Cicatrix Maledictum has split the Imperium in two, and the black of night overtakes a billion worlds, are the Ordo Malleus needed the most.

Inquisitor Makram Gaetano and his retinue have been dispatched with haste toward the Yerangelo sub-sector, where something is stirring in the wake of the Eyes expansion and Cadia's destruction, something sinister and rotten...something inhuman and hungry.

Out of Character Info:

So, there you have it, welcome to my Ordo Malleus RP.

We shall be starting with a swift briefing before being whisked along into the meat of our adventure, everything you need to know to be presented in the IC intro post, including the destination and so forth.

As far as characters go, I'll be looking for characters that fit into the assigned archetypes of an Inquisitors retinue (warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Inquisiti…), although what sort of character you wish to create and so on it really up to you.

If you're unsure of such things/have questions, then ask me!

It just makes life easier for all.

One last things before I end my ranting/writing here, and that is that I would like both a bit of knowledge from players as well as balance.

If you don't know anything about something, then don't bother trying to write one. Same goes for any character. Reading up on things, or simply watching YouTube lore vids, is easy enough to get a grasp on such things.

By 'balance' I mean exactly that - as in the above example, unless your character is a psychic blank then fighting a Daemon would do something to them, probably. Action and reaction, balance, if you think your character is unbalanced then they probably are.

Character Sheet

Please submit your character sheets by Private Message to me, myself and I - once accepted you can post them in the Char tab.

Name: Your character's name. A pretty obvious one, so enough said.

Gender: Again, obvious.

Role/Archetype: Warrior, acolyte etc.

Personal Demeanour: What kind of person is your character, what are their motivations etc, and how do they interact with others? Also please include any hatreds, grudges, and so on.

Speciality: Are they especially skilled at close quarters? Xenos linguistics? The healing of others? Put it here.

Rank: Obvious.

Description: A written description of your character's appearance. No pictures. Please include here any armour or clothing as well.

History: A sketch of your character's life and history, preferably until their arrival at the fortress. Give me three solid paragraphs, at least, please.

Equipment and Armament: What do they bring with them/carry on their person? This includes weapons.

Miscellaneous: Anything you want to mention but haven't been able to cover yet.

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP (Interested?)

@BCTheEntity@Kratesis@Themerlinhawk@DJAtomika@deathbringer@CaptainBritton@BurningDaisies@Laduguer@Ezekiel@Asura@POOHEAD189

Looks like we got ourselves a team...

I'll write up the OOC, and then away we go I suppose. Let's get exorcising those daemons!