Lady Selune

The New Pride: A Second Founding RP [A 40K RP]

@Ollumhammersong

I believe that you are correct.

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Discord link up.

@Skwint@Jamesyco@Mortarion@Blitzy@Arkitekt

☀ THE DEVOURER CYCLE — Act I ☀

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Two horses moved forward slowly. Pale legs had somehow avoided the worst of the dust and now they made their way confidently across the earth. Attached to their sides was the leather needed to attach them to a chariot, and upon the chariot, blood-red plume blowing about gently in the breeze, stood the warlord of the Rhaead people. Had he been in a true battle chariot, the wheels of his vehicle would be glinting with the evil edge of a blade, ready to slice through the limbs of those stood before him... But that was not how Kerenetam stood today. Today, he stood not as a warrior, but as a diplomat.

His wife had ridden ahead of him and the party, so although he did not have her figure beside him, there were many others. Some of the finest warriors in his host, all, much like himself, with bare chests. Some considered the lack of armour to be foolish in combat, but with the shields that they bore into battle, the lack of armour was preferable. It allowed the sweat to evaporate off, and when a warrior was injured it kept the spirits of sickness out, not trapped in the fabric.

Looking up at a tree, he found himself staring back at a pair of beady black eyes. A raven sat on the branch, observing him carefully. Then, as he watched, a number more of them fluttered down to alight upon the boughs of the tree, and it was with the realisation of the wyrd that he realised that it was a Grand Oak tree. The sort of trees that one would find within the druidic forests, with faces carved into them and their roots filled with blood. The conspiracy would stare at him for a little longer, and then once he had passed by it, they at once let out a caw and took to wing, swirling their way into the sky.

A powerful omen. To whom it favoured he did not know. The group would come to a stop where Arlanna's servants had established themselves, servants and aides fanning out whilst soldiers accompanied him. Before everyone departed however, the warlord would indicate over. "Kussaz, walk with me friend." Once his platonic partner had come close, the warlord would begin his walk. "Stay close. Keep your eyes and ears open. We have many allies and more enemies, but remember what matters most."

"The Rhead. Nothing else."

The New Pride: A Second Founding RP [A 40K RP]

@Jamesyco

Nobody has claimed Master of Repentance, which is super important.

The New Pride: A Second Founding RP [A 40K RP]

@Ollumhammersong

Haven't seen anyone claim it.

The New Pride: A Second Founding RP [A 40K RP]

Bump.

The New Pride: A Second Founding RP [A 40K RP]

@Mortarion

All of the marines we play will have fought in the Heresy, as they're senior enough to now be placed in charge of this new chapter. Only the newest of scouts will be unaware of Luther's fall- which puts the Forgemaster in a bit of an awkward situation.

The New Pride: A Second Founding RP [A 40K RP]

The year is 30021. Mankind's spread beyond the stars, lead by the almighty force of the God-Emperor of Mankind and his Space Marines descended into the bloody mire of the Horus Heresy, brother pitted against brother and God clashing against God. Seven years after the Emperor was interred upon his Golden Throne, Roboute Gulliman, the Master of Ultramar has finished his work- The Codex Astartes, the works upon which the vast Space Marine legions must be assembled. For the First Legion- reeling from the loss of their Primarch, Lion El Johnson has agreed to abide by these new rules, and as such the Sons of the Lion, now the Unforgiven, now find themselves broken into individual chapters.

The Lions of Absolution, from the ruins of Caliban, rise to their feet. Although a new chapter, with reliquaries bare and library barren of legendary deeds, they will carve their name, by blood and bolter fire, into the pagers of the Empire's history books. In the name of the Emperor, who the Unforgiven must redeem themselves in the eyes of, in the name of their deceased Primarch, they will destroy heresy wherever they find it- the Emperor wills it.

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Welcome, brothers of the First Legion. Although no longer of the Dark Angels, the Unforgiven nonetheless share the shame of the fall of their brothers, and as the Lions of Absolutions are formed, they too must take up arms against their former brothers, to give them the Emperor's peace once and for all and redeem themselves in the eyes of the Emperor.

The Dark Angels has not left their new chapters with nothing. The Lions of Absolution start with a tried-and-tested armoury, including enough suits of terminator armour and bikes to continue their parent chapter's unique organisation of their first and second companies. Although marines of the Lions of Absolution are unlikely to see the remains of Caliban again, they instead earn the chance to become the first names in a long line of superlative service- names echoing on in history for thousands of marines to emulate. No astartes could ever receive a higher honour.

The Lions do not have long to linger however. The Lord Commander of the Imperium has given them an important task- crush the last few planets that have not learnt of the death of the treacherous warmaster in the Segmentum Tempestum. To prevent these planets from dragging more down with them into another civil war, action must be swift, decisive and brutal, crushing all dissent and restoring the Emperor's light to its proper place.

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(Note, the chestpiece should be half and half as well, but the painter is limited.)

So, after all of that, welcome to the IC. You'll be playing as the recently founded Lions of Absolution- and one of the top dogs too. Whilst yours truly will be playing the Supreme Grand Master, the positions open are Grand Master of the Deathwing, Grand Master of the Ravenwing, Grand Master of Librarians, Master of Repentence (the new title for Master of Chaplains,) Master of the Forge and Grand Master of the Apothacaries. I hope you'll join me as we scour the galaxy.

[Monster Cafe]

@Cleverbird

Fear our Earth-rendering powers!

[Monster Cafe]

Valerie, Malorie, Whatever you want to call-er-ie

NAME:
'Valerie' when face-to-face, 'MalO' on the internet.

AGE:
Unclear, although she's been around since at least 1992.

SPECIES:
E-Cryptid/Therianthrope

GENDER:
Female

SEXUAL ORIENTATION:
Not something she generally considers. No strong feelings any which way.

APPEARANCE:
Valerie can be a scary presence at first glance. What with her milky, glowing eyes, shaggy fur and the fact that her face is covered by a skull, but a further look will reveal a much gentler indivdual. She tends to wear clothes that cover up the scariest parts of herself, with big, bulky hoodies or shirts, hats, scarves, and all manner of other concealing garments.

OCCUPATION:
Freelance coder. Slight NEET.

HOW:
A funny little thing about being an E-Cryptid is that much of what the internet knows, you know. As well concealed as Foxbridge is, it's not invisible to the all-seeing hive mind of the net. All Valerie needed was the faintest sniff of a town where monsters were welcome, and she could follow the breadcrumbs on her own.

PERSONALITY:
Valerie is not an aggressive person. In fact, she's rather the opposite. Shy, reserved and quiet, she hangs in the corners of the cafe on her laptop, trying not to draw attention to herself and talking to those that she already knows. Despite this frigid exterior however, she's really a big softie on the inside.

Valerie adores petting, and not of the lewd kind either. Scratches behind her ears, belly rubs, pats on her head, all of it she adores and all of it she secretly wants quite badly. Her offputting outward form has gotten her burnt in the past, and so now she doesn't approach people, but anyone who gives her the time of day can find themselves with a firm friend.

SMALL BIO:
To Valerie, the chance of being amidst people who didn't hate her based on her appearance was a dream. She had hidden herself in buildings most of the time, trying to avoid showing herself anywhere because of how she was treated. Foxbridge was perfect for her- a place where her weirdness was normal and nobody even batted an eye at the giant, skull-faced wolf lady. Hell, sometimes she even got a pat on her head, and that was more than good enough for her. Foxbridge might not be perfect, but it's much better than the outside world.

[Monster Cafe]

If anyone wants a hipster dog spirit, we might be able to work something out.