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Warhammer 40k: Sons of Titan - A Grey Knights RP

In the Temple-cavern of Anash'Ra...

@Dusty@BCTheEntity@Andreyich

"You have your orders, you know what to do," voxed Kallikles as the squad emerged into the blasphemous cavern of Slaaneshi debauchery, his targetting reticules flashing near-constantly inside his helmet, "Bieito, hold them here!"

The most well-rounded of the Grey Knights turned away from his battle-brothers, force-halberd held in one hand and his left gauntlet aimed back into the bunker from whence they had just came, moving parts of himself from time-to-time to assess the damage done to his power armour duuring their advance.

"Olympio... Salazar... with me brothers!"

Kallikles opened his vox width wider and wider, eventually intermingling with a previously uncontacted source (@ODAberration), "this is Justicar Kallikles, tread the path, I repeat tread the path!"

Gesturing toward an exit through which the more weak-willed of the enemy forces now surged in their need to escape, Kallikles nodded to Basilious, "take yourself forward and help our reinforcements to stem the rats as they flee, we cannot allow their heresy to spread or survive."

Even as he gave the orders the cavern was coming more alive, and becoming more violent, than it had been even during the religious ecstasies of Slaaneshi worship, the two beastial guardians of the altar directing their demented hordes toward the gleaming beacons of the God-emperors justice.

They had their orders, now they simply needed to carry out the execution.

Warhammer 40k: Sons of Titan - A Grey Knights RP

@Dusty@BCTheEntity@Andreyich

The objective toward which the Grey Knights now propelled themselves was none other than the entrance into the subterranean labyrinth of tunnels, dug over thousands of years in anticipation of this very moment, that all lead to the sacred chamber of the Cult of Anash'Ra – a vile and demented subordinate of the Prince of Pleasure, said to have enticed and corrupted more religious figures, aristocrats and foolish Aeldari than any other of her servants save the Masque – a chamber in which the summoning ritual was close to reaching a zenith.

Covering the entryway (which itself was no more than an opening in the basement) was a solid bunker-like structure of rockcrete, barbed wire wrapped about it, and various slits beginning to brighten as heavy weapons fire sought out the servants of the God-Emperor; within was a garrison of purple-clad cultists, of a higher quality than the peasant rabble fought thus far, armed with Imperial constructed las-guns and armoured in carapace, expertly trained humans... but still humans nonetheless.

Sand was swept into the air around the rapidly moving formation, bullets whipping about them as they moved, armour of unadorned ceramite causing gleams and glints in the hot noon sun of Anairu, Justicar Kallikles forming his squad into a living arrowhead of gene-enhanced fury with himself as the tip of the projectile.

“I am the hammer...” began the Justicar, reciting the sacred words of the six-hundred-and-sixty-sixth Chapter of Astartes – widely unknown outside of the most clandestine of organisations, unheralded as heroes and lorded as such by none, their own dead forgotten by all save their own brethren - “I am the right hand of the Emperor,” his voice lifted as those of his brother joined him, Kallikles lifting his left arm and sending blessed bolter rounds into the unholy mass of human and half-formed neverborn that opposed them over the sand, “the instrument of His will...” those of mere flesh were blown apart with ease, their remains ground underfoot by the Knights or by their comrades, those of more unnatural flesh screeched as their bodies burned, “... the gauntlet about His fist …” a fanged face without a nose reared up before the Justicar, only to be cut in twain in an instant, “the tip of His spear, the edge of His sword!”

A mass of devoted followers and summoned minor daemons crowded round the Grey Knights as they came, unable to stop the arrow now that it has been loosed, perhaps slowing them somewhat – buying more time for their master to be risen, no doubt – but not fully able to halt their momentum.

“Basilious,” voxed the Justicar as his legs continued to grind forward, “you will find an exit for us once inside, put your incinerator to good use, while Bieito will hold the entrance tunnel. Brothers Olympio and Salazar will come with me, together we shall cease the summoning itself.”

Picking out multiple targets within his helmets HUD, the Justicar shared them with his squad, targeting reticles closing over the weak points of the enemy fortification.

“We must break through and descend into the tunnels, from there we can force our way to their 'temple', and bring this to an end.”

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In the Temple-cavern of Anash'Ra...

Magister Mordegan Arakane could sense that time was running out, his body shivering and shuddering as he spoke the ten-thousand material names of his Lord, sweat making his hook-beaked mask slick with perspiration and his lips moist with his own lather, eyes of shifting colours half closed as he attempted to blot out all distractions and concentrate on the matter at hand... but how could he?!

The Corpse-Emperor had sent his servants, and now a millennia of work was going to be wasted because of it... because of them... he would not, could not die here. He must survive to bring his master back into real space, something he could not accomplish if he were stripped of life.

Yes... yes... he knew now what he had to do.

He waited until he could hear the approaching enemy, until he could hear the roar of their bolters and the radiance of their armour, until he could visibly see them from the other side of the cavern acting as his stronghold, then he leapt from the far side of the granite plateau!

Before his body could his the floor it burst into spectral flame, his form disappearing even as the two Beastmen stood dumbfounded and turned to the Magisters assistant – this man was equally flabbergasted as they, attempting to take up his masters ritual chanting even as the Grey Knights bore down on them.

WH40k: Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap! - A Necromunda Bounty Hunter Narrative [Currently Open]

I intend to get this rolling by Friday, so if anyone else is interested, do get in touch. Grazie mille.

WH40k: Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap! - A Necromunda Bounty Hunter Narrative [Currently Open]

@NuttsnBolts Many thanks, Nutts.

WH40k: Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap! - A Necromunda Bounty Hunter Narrative [Currently Open]

@Jaredthefox92 Couple of things; can you put your CS in a hider? It's neater that way. Secondly, please delete your sheet from the character tab. Lastly, could you please join the RP Discord thread.

Many thanks.

WH40k: Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap! - A Necromunda Bounty Hunter Narrative [Currently Open]

Dirty Deeds, Done Dirt Cheap!



A Necromundan Bounty Hunter RP

This RP is now accepting new characters

Discord Link: discord.gg/2tVCUeNhT8

In Character Info:

There was a point where I honestly believed that work might dry up around here, but did it feth, nah, I was a fool to think it – there's always work in the underhive – but, while I was happy as a Greenskin in his own filth, I might not have taken the contract if I knew what it would mean.

Seemed like your everyday contract: go to a certain place and get your instructions from the employer, follow their directions all proper like, carry out the job and the God-Emperor's your uncle and the Lord-Protectors yer aunt! But nah, I should have realised something was rotten when I was told I'd need to work in a group, a group! Me! I hadn't worked with others for nearly a decade, and that had been one Warp of a job.

So too, it turned out, would this one be.

Was just another scummy day in the cesspit of the underhive, and I found me self on my merry way to an 'office' of the Mercator Pallidus – or to us uneducated swine, the spine chilling Corpse Guild – prepared to take on an apparently well-paying contract (that I'd need to split with others) not knowing that ultimately I'd regret it.

Out of character info:

Welcome, one and all, to the grim darkness of the future where their is only war!

This time around we're heading to the depths of the underhive and the warring factions of Necromunda where, amid the smelted iron and the ever present danger of death around every corner, there are those that hire themselves out for coin, resources, and reputation... and you just so happen to be one of these Bounty Hunters yourself.

Something probably interested you about the contract, as sparse as it is on details, a bounty contract put forth by none other than the Corpse Guild itself. Why? Well, from what you can gather from the contract, someone or 'some ones' have been cutting into their business, bodies disappearing without ever being found, save for blood spatters and incoherent scrawling written in blood nearby.

As a hired killer there is likely one thing that attracted you above all others, and that is the reward that comes with completion of the contract. What with being direct from a Guild, and requiring more than one blade or gun-for-hire, the rewards are considerable.

In the dank belly of Hive Primus is where you must go, to contact a shady Guilder known only as 'Mortis', apparently awaiting eager hunters at his 'offices' in an infamous bar called The Inside Joke.

So there we are.

I'm looking for in all probability six writers as a maximum, to form a Venator Gang of Bounty Hunters for this here roleplay; I'd also like to enforce a rule that characters are drawn from the primary six Clan Houses, so as to avoid many complications and keep it grounded in the 'Mundaverse – should you wish to take on the role of something other than, then we can discuss it, but outside of an Ogryn (or other Abhuman) or the like that can be found on Necromunda, it'll probably be a no-no.

If you've any questions then please feel free to ask, until then come one come all and let the hunt begin.

P.S.

The contract will be explained in greater detail in the first post.

Character Sheet

Please submit your character sheets by posting them in the OOC thread before posting them to the Character tab.

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

Clan House: From which House do they hail?

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.

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

Skills: What skills do they possess, how did they come by them, what have they used/been using them for? Please include any specialist/specialised skills as well.

History: A sketch of your character's life and history, preferably until they were made aware of the contract. Give me three solid paragraphs, at least, please.

Equipment and Armament: What do they bring with them/carry on their person? This includes weapons. Be sensible when deciding, as weight can be an issue even for a Goliath.

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