Jb

Warhammer 40k: Platoon (Back to Basics) - An Only War/ Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED!]

@Sola My thanks, and no worries.

@Andreyich That's fine Andrey and don't sweat it! I'll bear you in mind for when someone inevitably leaves.

Warhammer 40k: Platoon (Back to Basics) - An Only War/ Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED!]

@Drunken Conquistador@Blueskin@Laduguer@Amaranth@Father Hank@Superboy@CaptainBritton@Andreyich@AdvancedJ3lly@Sola@Dogematix@Jarl Coolgruuf@Bright_Ops@agentmanatee@Dannyrulx@NecroKnight@Lmpwrkr@Rultaos@iTem

You're all folks that have joined my 'Guard' RPs in the past, so if you're interested - and have the time for a prolonged slog - then please feel free to hollah over here. If not interested, or you do not have the time, then please feel free to just skip on by and ignore this.

Warhammer 40k: Platoon (Back to Basics) - An Only War/ Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED!]

Hello jb ;3

@DeadDrop

Oh dear Deadrop, old buddy, good to see you! Should have been expecting you really. :D

In all seriousness, welcome.

Warhammer 40k: Platoon (Back to Basics) - An Only War/ Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED!]

This will be my last 40k roleplay for quite some time, but it will also be one that I intend to keep rolling for as long as possible - so I will be looking for capable co-GMs, if anyone's interested!

As the title states, I'm going back to basics, in pretty much every way; let me give a couple of examples.

• The regiment we shall be portraying is going to be as 'basic' as possible - a regiment of infantry grunts raised from a Hive World (The First Vosmarth Regulars), specialising in nothing but also being trained to be flexible (might pick up a specialisation further in though, who knows?), equipped (at least in the beginning), in the 'Cadian style' of armour, weapons and so on. Using these - and the reason that this is an 18+ RP - is that it will not be pretty. We all know 40k is so far out as Hell, but with a small group of willing writers I hope to bring it into sharp focus in a more realistic manner (yeah...I know.).
• I'm abolishing Character Sheets for this RP. but what this means is that I - should this RP even take off - would like posts of good quality, which is also the reason this RP is in the Advanced section. It'll be more in the vein of traditional narrative I.E. We find out about the characters and so on through the writing of the player.
• Things will change, our characters starting out as the denizens of a Hive (or outside the Hive), before progressing through to whatever fate eventually awaits them. They will obviously not be the same by the end, and this is something that makes me wish to make this RP a 'success', or at least keep it going long enough to complete an arc or two or three.
• We'll be part of a platoon, so specialists will be welcome. Flamer, vox-operator, demolitions expert, medic and the like. All flavours here.

That's it really.

I'm looking for up to 6-8 - although a smaller number would be fine - to fight for the God-Emperor, bring your writing brain, your dedication, and your love for the poor squishy humans of the 40k setting and that's about all you need.

I'm hoping we have at least a couple of folks not too drained of 40k yet, and trusting enough of me (yes...I know), to step into the breach with me on this endeavour; if so, please step forth and make yourself known.

As always, any questions are more than welcome.

The All Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

@Wampower You look like a friend of the Dawi, what say you to this enterprise?

The All Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

@Skwint 'Dwarfish', we're not in Tolkiens world...I'm just messing, although it is Dwarfs in Warhammer, and we'd be happy to have you.

@Dusty Why not both?

@Andreyich Knew you'd be here! Slayer or engineer are both fine.

Warhammer Fantasy: The Guild of Esteemed Sellswords - An adventure in the Warhammer Fantasy world! [REBOOTED] [FULL]

@BangoSkank@Chicken@ClocktowerEchos@Andreyich@Dusty@Lucian@POOHEAD189

Ok, I'm going to say this once, since the last post was a while ago now, and people have been leaving the Discord.

I'll give everyone who hasn't posted a week - one week - to do so, when it gets to that point, if everyone has not posted, I'll ask the few that still remain whether they wish to continue.

I don't want to give up entirely on this, so here's a chance to keep going.

The All Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

<Snipped quote by Jbcool>

But not completely unknown!

@Penny

Not sure if that's interest ooooor...

But yes, not completely unknown, no.

The All Dawi Party - A Warhammer Fantasy Adventure

It begins by the sea, at the docks of Barak Varr,
Strangers come from all the lands, the nearer and the far,
Long of beard or smooth of face, Dawi one and all,
To cleanse a stronghold of our race, to see our foe-men fall.

- Prophecy of Cill Lurinsdóttir, Priestess of Valaya

Welcome, brothers and sisters, to this interest thread for 'The All Dawi Party' – a roleplay about Dwarfen culture, drinking, fighting, drinking, travelling, the clashing of different upbringings, other races of the so-called World That Was, drinking and most of all...drinking!

Together with the help of my esteemed co-gm (and little known Dwarf expert) @POOHEAD189, we shall be forming a group of stalwart, sturdy and broad-shouldered Dawi for a romp across the landscape of the Old World, beginning - as the prophecy states – at the waterside hold of Barak Varr! Where we are going from there is for those that join us to know.

We shall need 5-6 Dawi to participate in our doings, though their age and origin and so on are (of course ) for the writer to decide.

If the idea of role-playing as gruff bricks of flesh, most plausibly bearded, that grumble, drink and fight about as much as they do anything else does not get your imagination going...well then there is no pleasing you.

So, the call has gone out, who shall answer and stand beside their brethren in this endeavour?

Warhammer 40k: Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader RP (Full, for now)

@ReedeThe23rd@Searat

Lazarus Germael...

Drake liked him, liked him quite a bit actually, if only because the middle-aged physician had the requisite culture and sophistication – not to mention the education! - that reminded Horatio strongly of himself. It helped that, at least at first glance (and honestly if you were nearly blind), Lazarus and the Rogue Trader could be mistaken for one another – each was at least six-foot tall, angular and narrow facial features, and the general standing of more patrician citizens of the Imperium.

"Well, my lord. I wouldn't presume to speak for the armsmen here, but I am fully prepared for the voyage at hand. I should also inform you that the nasty bit of trouble involving Sub-Lieutenant Sicus and the crate of auto-rifles has been resolved. The damage suffered by Mr. Sicus has been rectified with a bionic replacement, and the guilty party has been scheduled by his assigned Bosun for servitor conversion as soon as I'm next available. But enough about such trifles, shall we board the shuttle?"

Sub-lieutenant Sicus? Who in the Warp was that? Germael was treating him, so he must be at least a little bit important...dammit Briggs, he was usually the man to deal with such things.

“Of course,” exhaled Drake, with a little more gumption than he would have liked, one cheek twitching ever-so-slightly as he glanced to the medicus and then back to the shuttle, “thank you, Lazarus, it seems that bringing you aboard was a most wise choice in the long run, ey?”

One arm then proceeded to move out and half-slap the man of medicine on one shoulder, “yes, let us board, should be a quick trip down to the surface.”

The Trader has no idea if the former Biologis understudy was bothered by being called by his first name but, with something of an internal shrug, he threw away the matter; either Lazarus travelled with him, in comfort and with ample materials and space to pursue his 'career', or he left the ship and took a plunge into the God-Emperor knew what.

It may have been that Horatio would simply make his way past the feudal worlder, ignoring him and proceeding into the belly of the shuttle without a moments hesitation and yet, for all his faults – and there were many of those – Horatio Drake never ignored a loyal follower, seeing in Karl the warrior that he honest-to-the-Emperor believed himself to be as well. He may not have had the breeding or education of the medicus, but something about the Iothean seemed to click just as neatly.

Once more it had been his First Mate that had chosen Karl Ockmann for his employers personal protector, the old space-dog more than happy to sift through the survivors of Yairus Prime until he found someone he believed was up to the task. Indeed, more than a half of his 'armsmen' were in fact not Naval at all, but ex-Guard chosen for their combat skills rather than their spacefaring expertise.

Who knew, there may even have been another of Karl's folk amongst them?

“Private Fist Class Tolzen,” greeted the Trader, giving the armoured man a small rap on the chest-plate, “you will keep me safe down there, will you not?” It was a rhetorical question, and the Rogue Trader did not expect him to answer, but it made Horatio smile nonetheless.

Gesturing for the group to follow – assuming his place at the head of the group, as was his right to do – Horatio strode up the ramp.

Once they were all aboard, the passenger section closed in with a hiss of the rising ramp and a loud thump as it sealed the shuttle, Drake took a moment to compose himself. Making sure that his weapons were within easy reach, his green and black jacket - taken from the stores of a Guard regiment he had never even been a part of, the Ninty-Sixth Sasan Rifles - free of creases and his trousers, a deep blue with a crimson stripe down the centre of the outer leg, held well in place by his belt. Lastly he checked his hair, tied in a top-knot on his head, his lips curving into a smile unseen within the darkness of the shuttle bay, devilish red light being the only thing illuminating the shuddering interior.

It was not long before they landed, setting down a mile or so outside of a settlement known planet wide for its less-than-savoury inhabitants. Some might well have seen the shuttle, some may even be on their way, but Drake was not really concerned about much at all...at least not until he exited the shuttle, his eyes looking toward Nab's Holdout, and had them widen somewhat when he saw the absolute state of the place.

"Emperor's shrivelled bollocks," came the expletive, one hand already reaching for the chain-axe dangling from his hip, "I come here for experts and what do I get?” He said to no-one in particular.

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@Andreyich@BangoSkank

Daniel had been right...perhaps too right.

Nithin Michalis made a small shudder of his own as his gun-cutter entered the atmosphere of Escalon Seven, his pallid visage unable to be seen within the thick black folds of his habit and cowl, two milky white orbs nevertheless scanning the interior of the shuttle as if they possessed fully functioning sight – much to the unease of those sighted individuals flying the machine.

“We are nearly there, Cenobite Father,” the older (and therefore less squeamish of the pilots) informed him in a steady voice, “estimated we shall arrive in ten minutes.”

Father Michalis raised one hand wearily and dismissed the man, bored with him already, having scanned the minds of both he and his younger companion as soon as they had arrived in his hermitage; both were more-than-loyal servants of the God-Emperor, their faith resolute, and that was really all the good Father needed to know...though he had found out everything anyway.

It had been a week now since he left his station, a small one-man hermitage on a backwater Imperial planet, Abbot Gerrit Ahti sending him a transmission not a day before.

Why then had he been chosen? Well it was quite simple, apart from being a firm member of the Adeptus Ministorum, he was also a psyker of some considerable talents. Not for nothing was his nickname 'the scourge', his exploits well known to his more doubting brethren, men and women who hated him simply for the curse of being born as he was – blind, and yet with a greater clarity of sight than any of them.

“We're here, venerable one.”

The cutter landed on a small outcrop not too far from the ramshackle settlement, the hundreds of minds already opening up to the unseeing holy man, and some not so much...

Quarter of an hour later, and in full view of any that may be watching, he – swaddled in the thick folds of his robes, moving with all the grace of a wraith – moved down the ramp and into the open.

“I shall go alone from here,” he urged the pilots, “remain here until my return.”

Unknown to him – as of yet – Horatio and his entourage had landed on one of the official docking platforms and were already making their way into the small town.

There was a pariah up for grabs, and more, but the question was who would get to him first?