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Warhammer 40k: Carry on my Wayward Sons [Open]

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Virtue in the Void: An Imperial Knights Roleplay

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Warhammer 40k: Carry on my Wayward Sons [Open]

Got three good'uns this far, anyone else wish to step into the breach?

Warhammer 40k: Carry on my Wayward Sons [Open]

Carry on my Wayward Sons

This RP is now accepting new characters

Discord Link: discord.gg/xQHpmbM

"I hear them, all of them, every time I close my eyes. The distress calls that went unanswered. The appeals for aid that we might have offered had necessity been less cruel. Every world, every army, every fleet and colony and platform and outpost from which their voices echoed in a chorus of the dying and the damned -- I know that to save them would have been to lose the Imperium entire, and yet I hear their voices still. I always will, carrying them with me like some ghastly reliquary until the day I meet my end. Perhaps that is only right. Perhaps that is my punishment."

— Primarch Roboute Guilliman to Cato Sicarius before the Tri-fleet Address

It was obvious that the Primarch would never be able to save everyone - his warriors were too few, the galaxy too fractured, the Astronomican too weak. In the far corners and fringes of the Milky Way, and in the depths infected by the Great Rift, there could be no victory against the aliens, heretics and unknown horrors that beset entire sectors of the Imperium; regiments of Guard and their homeworlds ceased to exist, entire Chapters of Astartes were splintered, devoured or simply did what they could, and in the cruel darkness of the Imperium Nihilus the light of the blessed God-Emperor dwindled away to almost nothing...

Out of the darkness came a shadowy military formation, members of the Astra Militarum, Astartes and even robed Mechanicus fighting side-by-side... or so they say. From whence they came and where they went none could tell, their pitch black uniforms and armour as ad-hoc as their very existence and bearing general symbols of Imperial allegiance only. What was clear to any astute observer was that they used what they could find, taking what they needed with little regard to proper protocol or honours, helmets to belt-buckles from here and there.

This warband - known only as the 'Wayward Sons' - limps their way home after a lengthy engagement, unaware that they are being watched...

OOC

Hail and well met, and welcome to this roleplay.

I will make this short, as honestly there is nothing all that complex about what I'm attempting to set up here.

As the Plague Wars rage across the Realm of Ultramar, and the Lord-Protector fights to save his five-hundred worlds from eternal blight, the Imperium Nihilus had been left in the hands of Chapter Master Dante. Like Guilliman though, Dante cannot be everywhere at once! Planets continue to fall or become twisted to Chaos worship, aliens and marauders pillage and reave unchecked, and through it all the loyal servants of Him on Earth pray to him for salvation.

What I'm attempting to do here is basically write the tale of a small scratch-force of Imperial servants based on the likes of the Carcharodons Chapter or the Blackshields of the Horus Heresy, an impromptu formation that runs on loyalty to the Emperor before the Imperium and a healthy dose of (sometimes extreme) pragmatism.

To this end, and because it's not really difficult to find yourself cut off, alone or surrounded in the Dark Imperium, writers will have a choice of an Astartes, a 'mortal' of pretty much any middling stripe (no Inquisitors here), or a servant of the Mechanicus. Sororitas are not allowed, simply because their religious fervour would likely make them... incompatible with group and its possible actions.

Character Creation

Whether this works or not, I'm going to try something a little different here.

If you wish to join, I would like a post - the length of which is up to you, though I would advise shorter ones be of higher quality - of how your character came to be part of the Wayword Sons. The options are pretty much infinite, and could be anything from getting drafted into the unit to being cut off/the last survivor of a planet, unit etc and more.

Please PM them to me if you're interested in writing.

Rules

- No God-modding or power gaming of any kind. We're telling a story, not having a competition to see who is the biggest bad ass. Not to say you can't do awesome things when it comes around time for combat, but know your limitations. This includes self-insert characters, backstories that are designed to give the character access to abilities, skills, and equipment that would be considered an unfair or overpowered advantage, auto killing NPCs during fights with virtually no effort put into it, taking on a room full of people single handedly, meta gaming, trying to have everyone treat your character like they’re something unique and special, your character knowing things they shouldn’t, et cetera. The goal here is believable characters.

- The writing standard is typical Advanced. Read what you wrote over before you post, and ensure you have acceptable spelling and grammar. That said, I'm not a perfectionist, and mistakes are made by everyone. Just make an honest effort and we'll get along just fine. Posting expectations are at least 2 detailed paragraphs per post, probably more, within a two week period. If you think short paragraphs and single lines are the best thing in the world, than I direct you to the free section. Failure to post within the 14 day period without a notification of absence will result in your ejection from the game, no refunds.

- No speed posting. This means give other people a chance to post before you do. There won't be a strict posting order, but if I notice the same two people posting back and forward in a short time span without giving others involved in that group or conversation or whatever a chance to reply, I will not be happy. That said, if you have two characters conversing with each other, feel free to reply steadily back and forward if things are going slow. Just keep in mind posting expectations and if serious actions are taken during those posting, others will have to be taken into consideration.

- If you are going to be absent for any length of time, please let me know. I’m not going to kill of your character or kick you to the curb because stuff came up. Real life comes first, but that said, do try to be fairly active. Your character will be controlled by a GM until you return. If you vanish without word for more than 14 days, you will be removed from the game and your characters written off or killed. Consider this your only warning.

- If you disagree with contents of someone's posts, don't turn the OOC into some horrible flame fest. We're all hopefully mature enough to settle disagreements through logical discourse. If things start to go into flame war territory, I will warn the players. Failure to STFU will lead to your banishment from this RP with nothing more than an angry face to accompany you and your character being killed off brutally.

- If you want to do something, and you aren't sure, ask in the OOC so it can be discussed. Or, if you want it to be a surprise, PM the GMs. If it's a good idea, we'll work it into the plot. I like to encourage creativity and think that all good RPs involve ideas from all their players. Sometimes this leads to amazing subplots and character development.

- If you have questions or ideas for events, PM the GMs. Your input will help keep you not only invested, but it’ll give the GMs more fuel to work with for upcoming encounters and plot lines in the RP.

- If you feel the need to start a romance between characters, that's cool. This isn't exactly a rated role play, and it’s bound to happen. I personally like to graphically describe violence and swear quite a bit, but if you feel the need to indulge in smut, please take that stuff to PM. 4 pages of graphic sex isn't going to save the world; it'll just cause everyone else to feel really awkward and need a cold shower afterwards... or by Slaanesh you shall taste my shoe!

- Gary and Mary Sues will have an Officio Assassinorum contract put on them that they will never, ever escape from. The GMs may choose to do background checks to find out if you’re reliable and generally write at an acceptable quality, so beware that even if your character sheet is outstanding, if I discover you’re argumentative, write at an unacceptable level, go AWOL frequently, power game, and so on, there’s a good chance you WILL NOT be accepted.

Questions

I cannot stress enough how important questions are, and if you do have any - from background to that little nudge you might need to join - then please, please, ask me.

[Storms and Shadows] - A Black Crusade inspired 40k Chaos RP.

@Lady Selune@Guy0fV4lor

Perhaps, but I do think there'll be situations were we do need 'the normals' - Astartes and Ogryns are pretty damned conspicuous to be wandering about all over the place.

WH40k: New Frontiers and Promised Lands - A Rogue Trader Adventure

@Bright_Ops

Livingstone had been waiting patiently for everyone to file out, and indeed most of them did, but it seemed that at least one of them had decided he would rather ask the Rogue Trader seemingly inane questions that he believed were important - Livingstone was more than happy to indulge him.

"'O Donald," breathed the Trader, walking over to where the man stood and leaning in to peer at him, "yes, I got your requests and I must say I was not too impressed with the tone." Slowly he walked around the Janitor, William looking on impassively, selecting a vintage of amasec and pouring a glass.

He took a moment to still himself, then poured another glass and placed it in front of Rupert.

"I understand the politics of the ship, not as much as yourself of course, but I knew your father - believe it or not - and he taught me a couple of things at least. Not least of all that the Janitors and the nations of the vessel are a quarrelsome lot."

The amasec burned down his throat as he took a gulp, his nostrils filling with alcoholically induced fire, and Livingstone waved a hand through the air.

"The Janitors can remain the internal security force, but I have already hired armed ratings to work alongside them. I hope there will be no unfortunate business, it would be unpleasant for many people."

After finishing off the glass he placed it back on the table and smiled, "as for a head of security, well, I suppose it's a fine thing that you are now the new Head of Security internally for the ship." One frail seeming hand tapped Rupert gently on the shoulders, that monocle measuring every twitch of muscle in his face, "I hope for your sake that you can shoulder the role... Now, I will hear no more about it. I shall see you on the bridge."

By his tone there would be no further words - Rupert could try to force the issue, but William was already looking annoyed and it wouldn't be advisable.

[Storms and Shadows] - A Black Crusade inspired 40k Chaos RP.

It took all of Minos' considerably diminished willpower not to simply lash out at anything and everything within arms reach once they were crammed together inside the bowels of the shuttle craft; every moment seemed like an eternity, his senses perhaps no longer enhanced by the power armour he had once worn but nevertheless he could smell the sweat, hear the heartbeats and feel the gazes of both the Slaaneshi worshipping female and the shadow-clad Astartes boring into him... although both in very different ways.

In truth he thought of little more than endless bloodshed as this carnival of the damned heaved and grunted their various ways into the shuttle, the vehicle moving swiftly from the mothership and off toward the planet, Minos deaf to just about everything until the rocket spiralled up from the surface.

As if on cue he gunned the blades of one of his weapons, having chained them both to thick braces bound about his wrists, keeping both low enough not to saw straight through Jack as he was flung about but causing one hell of a noise. It blended well with the shouts and yells, the steady feeling of a vastly quickened descent, and the sound of adrenaline and blood pounding in his bestial ears.

He even added to the false legionnaires laughter, opening his mouth to give a braying sound of his own, his lips peeling back to expose gums already reddened with his own lifeblood.

How he managed to remain upright on his cloven feet, his curling horns knocking against the roof of the transport as they sped through the ruins of the Old City, was a good question and answered simply by his Astartes physiology.

Eventually the vehicle came to a stop in the lower levels, the filth that made up the under-levels population believing that they had been given fresh meat at last. Oh no, it would turn out to be very tough meat indeed.

“Blood for the Blood God!” Roared the warped World Eater, barging with all his might through the others, nearly crushing some of the mortal combatants in his haste, bouncing off of one of the Ogryns, before he ultimately half-charged half-fell out of the shuttle and into the space beyond, “skulls for the skull throne!”

The Nails bit into his mind, and his chain axes whirred to life in his hands.

This would be good.

WHFB: Blood & Coin - A Dogs of War Adventure

@Peik@Ollumhammersong@Flagg@Andreyich

WHFB: Blood & Coin - A Dogs of War Adventure

This RP is now accepting new characters

Discord Link: discord.gg/n9KBTpr

Summary:

I'll make this short, alright.

Mercenaries (commonly known as Dogs of War) in the Warhammer Fantasy world - I love them!

If you love them as much as me, scrappy groups of down-on-their-luck folks plucked from origins obscure or high, forced to fight for their very lives for gold, to shed the claret of themselves and others at the whims of others, then boy-oh-boy this one is for you.

Too long has the Elder Scrolls franchise held on to co-operative writing projects, it believe it is now my turn to make a concerted effort at doing the same.

To this end I am looking for dedicated writers capable of writing to an Advanced standard, at least enough to form a solid core of dependable folk for a continuous romp across the Old World and beyond; if you think you fit the bill, get yourself known and give us a post.

In Character Info:

Through whatever has driven you into the lands known as the 'Border Prince Confederacy', or more commonly 'the Border Princes', you now find yourself in the lands of Grand Patriarch Jan Aarle – the slayer of the Giant of Pinjaro, conjurer to the Sultan of Araby himself, former wizard for Karl Franz and now Patriarch of his very own patch of land – this would not matter at all, if the land was not in dispute.

Five so-called 'princes', from Jan himself to a foreign-born merchant, lay claim to the region of the Border Princes known as the Skiesal Barrens. It is much as the name suggests, a land covered for the most part in plains of barren dirt or overgrown with scrub, a few waterfalls, rocky tors and even a lone mountain splitting apart the monotony somewhat. A large swampland stretches for miles across the most south-easterly part of the Barrens, through which one must go to access the Burned Passage which leads away from this region.

Grand Patriarch Aarle has managed to fend off all aggressors to his lands thus far, having formed what he calls his Patriarchy at least three decades ago, as to the man himself there is not much that can be gleaned from outside the Border Princes, so it is a good thing you are here!

After traversing one of the numerous and equally hazardous passages, valleys, or ways leading here, you come across the first settlement of the region – a village called North Crickmouth, and there is no South Crickmouth.

Boasting a population of just over one-hundred-and-a-half souls, the village contains little in the way of importance. There is a carpenter who does good trade in coffins and furniture, a blacksmith-cum-weapons seller owned personally by Jan Aarle himself, and perhaps most importantly of all a relatively well-built monastery of Cenobites who name themselves the Congregation of the Enlightened.

From here the Border Princes are your oyster, whether you choose to explore the ruins known to lie out in the lands beyond the village, or to help one (or all... or none) of the Princes achieve whatever it is that they seek.

All you know is that it is dangerous to go alone, and isolated adventurers die easy and quick out there in the Barrens.

(This is deliberately short, more-or-less everything you need to know will be gotten to during in-character writing.)

Out of character info:

There we have it, all you need to know for the beginning of the roleplay – any more and I would be giving things away.

If you wish to join, please fill out this deliberately sparse Character Sheet below; I am leaving it as such because, along with the Advanced standards of this sub-forum, I hope to encourage a writing experience between those that join. This includes revealing things not written in the CS.

Please submit your character sheets by WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 30th (or possibly before). Post them in a hider in a comment in the OOC tab, NOT the Character tab.

[b]Name:[/b]

[b]Age:[/b]

[b]Gender:[/b]

[b]Nationality:[/b]

[b]Appearance:[/b] A [i]written[/i] description of your character's appearance. No pictures. Please include here any [b]weapons[/b] they may have, and any [b]armour or clothing[/b] as well.

[b]Brief History:[/b] A sketch of your character's life and history, preferably until their arrival in North Crickmouth. Give me two solid paragraphs, at least, please.

[b]Skills:[/b] What skills do they possess, how did they come by them, what have they used/been using them for?

[b]Equipment:[/b] What do they bring with them/carry on their person? Be sensible when deciding, as weight and wealth are both an issue.

The Gods Protect.

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

WHFB: Blood & Coin - A Dogs of War Adventure

Okie dokie, I'll set to writing the OOC, do feel free to drop an interest/join the Discord while I do so.