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@Ruthenselle Interesting, never heard of a Sylph before, reading up on them has only made me curious what yours will be like. I approve!

@Leoven Sure! We have a air spirit, so it'd be odd to turn down anything like a ghost.

Going to give this one extra day in case anyone else would like to join, but otherwise I think four is good enough to start getting serious about getting this going.
@Bigg Slamm Yep! Technology is like the universe- rather haphazard, so almost anything goes.
@Pyromaniacwolf Thanks for the interest, and absolutely! If its humanoid, it'll surely work without err in the roleplay.
Into The Storm

Hope in the unknown


An endless sandstorm covers the landscape, it has since the collapse ten years ago.

No single mere event had destroyed civilization, disease, war, illegal experimentation, rampant crime, monstrous creatures, warlike machines and the use of nuclear/biological weapons all had occurred in random order. Physics stopped making sense as if the universe itself fell apart (for all the survivors know, it did) the illogical became the norm, many turning insane and stable infrastructure became unstable shelter for the dwindling survivors, as well as a reminder of the past for those who had their minds intact. There was no government left, no faction could rise beyond their shelters nor wanted to, everyone had gone into a free-for-all, trade and communication died with the end of society, the ever mounting violence has made peace as mythical as the civilization that came before. Explaining the past is now impossible, comprehending the present even more so, and the future is forever dark.

A desert of abandoned ruins, rocky hills, dead trees, and the sandstorm that never ends. To survive in these times is to survive in the worst conditions and commit yourself to inhuman feats. Everyone suffers, loses and dies just a little more each day, there is no diamond in the rough or hope for the future. Hoping in escaping from this hell is as foolish as talking first and shooting later.
However, there is one reason left to live.

An unusually powerful light has begun flashing above an abandoned metropolis known as The City, despite no one having entered or left the place since the apocalyptic fall of civilization. Not only that, but the first transmission in years now echoes through all channels and radios- a strange static with what sounds to be a man talking in the background, rather inaudible due to the static. This transmission when traced seems to be coming from The City as well, giving all the more reason to believe something or someone is in there, doing something, or wanting to be found. Using a rather large APC-like vehicle to travel in the brutal storm safely, you all gear up and depart from your shelter, taking the expedition into the unknown in the last desperate hope for anything away from this hellhole.

And what awaits is all the horrors that ended civilization in the first place, waiting out this decade for a daring group just like this.
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A Overview

This roleplay will have your characters- united as a group of ragged survivors -take part in a journey through the transformed apocalyptic towns and environs that dot the once-familiar landscape. I'd prefer the exploration to be limited to more urban areas, but roleplays never go as planned, so I'll prepare myself for otherwise. These multiple environments and towns will be altered by the bizarre multi-apocalyptic event, causing them to be inhabited (even if sparsely) by just as bizarre creatures and violent locals, who will attempt to kill us all along our way through our journey. Also we'll also be travelling and living in a rather large APC like we're on a very strange family roadtrip.

Also, you might want to know this doesn't explicitly take place on Earth. This setting- being really, really vague intentionally -makes it able to be very lax with the species/appearances and biographies, so feel free to get a little crazy. Just not too crazy.

Some Notes and Rules

  • While I do uncomfortably admit this is going to be my first rodeo in running a thread (with an incredible lack of backbone) I'll be running the plot as it goes along, so do listen if you can.
  • Vague as this statement is, I'd prefer no one man army. What survives here is rugged and used to all the disease and destruction, so a group of bandits is not to be scoffed at. Especially if they have guns.
  • This universe is a haphazard mix between crazy fantastical elements like magic and supernatural things, to the sci-fi with robots and holograms. With an environment and vehicles that are more alike to the modern-day. Despite this mashup, I do have a limit to how powerful one can be and how much they may have access to from the get-go.
  • Speaking of power, the players will only control their characters, not any NPCs, however you may have more than just one character. I'd like it to be two at most. On NPCs, I'll be adding some faceless survivors for us in case not enough people join...and maybe if I just want some cannon fodder even if we do get a lot of people.
  • Depressing and serious are to things I run on, so will this roleplay, but don't feel pressured to not have any happiness/light hearted humor or characters. Just know when things get violent, for the characters things are indeed threatening and very serious.
  • Romance is permitted but nothing is going to be getting into the mature territory. We're all stuck in a cramped APC without having taken a shower in long while and probably in a mentally questionable state, so I doubt anyone is going to be doing anything with a 18+ Rating any time soon.
  • I've bailed threads without saying, so no need to feel guilty if you do. But I do request you inform me if you leave, again no need to be afraid if you don't, I'll figure out via time.
  • Feel free to smash my face in when it comes to me getting anything wrong, or even better, if you have any ideas!
  • The standard you can expect if you been here for awhile always apply, posts need to be a paragraph or longer, don't be dick, respect fellow members, don't spontaneously burst into flames, etc.
  • Also have fun, specifically when it comes to blowing things up and travelling in a rather rad post-apocalyptic APC topped off with a cannon on top.

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I'll come up with an example character tomorrow, or go straight into making the OOC thread if there is enough interest. Other than that tear this apart as need be, I'm interested to see what people have to say, if anything.
As it has been said - Eldar are hot, but are too busy, carving out your spleen to be admired of. Plus your in alot of pain, to enjoy that view.


Eldar Banshees.
That is all.

@Jbcool You have me curious! And suspicious. And exceptionally worried because we all know the Imperial Guard can't even stand without dying
Someones got to include @Lmpwrkr, he's standing about doing nothing!


Ah, sorry for not posting too much, I'll get to making another post. Soon!
The speech was over, the medals handed out, blessings given and the assembly long behind them. However, the horror of serving another day in the Imperial Guard was ahead for many, something that wouldn't go without causing some form of commotion among the regiment. They marched in scattered groups down the dirt path toward the headquarters, mechanized transport left to the regiments who had such vehicles, rolling past them in the center of all the marching, with squads huddled on top of tanks and filled transports while tracks kicked up clouds of dust and dirt. There were plenty others left to walk toward the headquarters as well, to which the Foruzians marched beside in their long walk, chatter consistent throughout the morning as they moved, some finding newfound adrenaline in meeting and talking to other humans outside of the brutality of combat. But the 1st Foruzian Light Infantry Regiment stuck to it's own, the four hundred survivors remaining out of the three thousand that arrived, they were either giving bitter looks, muttering under their breath, nearly falling asleep from exhaustion or weeping as their fate to the Imperial Guard was to be maintained. Or giving a empty stare while marching forth, the noise and bustle around them not a cause for interest, something which Sallius had been doing for a long time.

Sallius was among the remainder of the squad that he had fought with in the last battle, they stuck together, mostly because the logistical experts that kept the organization of the regiment together had been eliminated thanks to the consistent deployment to the front lines. The fact they were even in a formation during the assembly was astounding, though the colonel was quick to reveal that he was just demanding everyone to line up without a care in how and what way they lined up, just demanding that they did. The squad had been bickering with Sallius quietly standing in the center of them since they departed from the assembly, anger for the Imperium at a all new high. "I'd say its all a mistake, we were probably meant to live here y'know, some tired idiot got the papers mixed up. Now we'll be dying on some other battlefield until that same idiot screws us again." one stated, marching to the left of Sallius where the open fields were, the bickering soldier folded his arms, slightly hunched over as cold air blew across the open land. The soldiers did their best to keep warm.

Another squad member was quick to reply, standing to the right of Sallius, speaking louder as he was closer to the road "You're acting like this wasn't intentional. We never got supplies when we needed 'em, we never got help when we needed it, so it ain't like anyone is looking out for us. We're meant to die, they just want to pick us off one by one 'till we're all used up and forgotten."

A arm reached between the man on the left and Sallius, another soldier of their squad, pushing his way through to walk between them, fearfully stating "Hey, don't talk so loud, don't want others to hear you speaking negatively else a commissar finds out, then we'll all be in for thorough questioning." he glanced twice behind them at the rest of the chattering soldiers in the line that of marching guardsmen that seemed to go on for miles, checking for the dreaded commissar's cap. Thankfully, there were none.

"Oh please Don, it ain't like anyone cares," the soldier put a lho-stick in his mouth, lighting it while another convoy of chimeras rolled past them "personally I'd rather be 'questioned' than keep living on with the rest of you poor sods. I mean, look at Corporal Rust here, guy probably can't even hear us through all the explosions he charged through." the soldier then looked up at Sallius's face, to find the tall man staring back at him with disturbingly empty and still pupils..

"My hearing is fine." Sallius coldly replied, as if merely providing information.

"Sure it is, creep." the soldier then took out the lho-stick, looking forward while pushing smoke out of his mouth and into the air, watching the lights of the prefab buildings come ever closer with every step.

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It was early evening by the time the Foruzians had arrived, the four hundred tiredly departing from their dirt path and getting into formation to be briefed on where they'd be sleeping for however long they'd rest here, be it a night or (what many hope to be) a year. After the quick briefing and assignment to the bunks, the Foruzians were given a fifteen minute shower and fresh uniforms to be worn, something which was happily welcomed by the entire unit. And, after being granted rations, there was no shortage of positive attitudes to be found among the men and women as they ate warm food for the first time in five years, able to relax and not desperately worry or look out for an oncoming Ork attack, or to scream for a medic as a comrade bled out, being an unfortunate victim from a slugga round.

Sallius naturally- being the odd one out -would be the one who wasn't going to stay inside and enjoy the peace and quiet for the night. Instead he stood just outside of the hab-unit, breathing fresh air and observing the commotion of other regiments as they went about, listening to the soldiers talk and cheer or gather around fires. Such differences in uniform, culture and behavior, not a single one looking or acting the same, strikingly different to how they behaved in combat. It interested him, not because of the people he was witnessing or the diversity of humans, but because it reminded him of something long forgotten. Home.
The HYPE.
IS HYPING REAAAAAL.

That be a lotta' hype, like, we could power a regiment's worth of lasgun batteries off of all this hype energy. Actually, with all this energy we could probably replace the gellar fields with hype fields! No need for hype trains, we're going to board the Hype Class Battlecruisers!

Anyways, this is a very diverse cast of characters, it'll be interesting to see how all the remnants of each unit cooperate as one whole regiment. Rather excited and looking forward to seeing this kick off, as well as seeing how this composite regiment operates.
Name: Sallius Rust

Age: 23

Gender: Male

Height and Weight: 6'0" and 120 lbs

Speciality: Rifleman, Scout

Appearance: War has taken it's toll on Sall's body- permanently destroying much that was once young and healthy, transforming him into a underweight and sickly individual that has yet to fully recover. From the neck down his skin is discolored with 'pools' of infected flesh long since contained by medication, the texture rough like dried blood, yet the dead skin is permanently latched on him. Other blemishes scar his body such as odd black spots, or dirt-like substances that remain irremovable. The lungs are also damaged, with him regularly coughing, having breathed in plenty of toxic chemicals in his service. And despite only being in his early twenties, Sallius may look much older thanks to the stress of combat, as if in his late thirties. The head is bald due to constant shaving, with no facial hair either, face is also much more tan than the rest of his body as its the only part exposed to sunlight at all times.

While recovering from all the weight loss of being in battle (thanks to actual hygienic and well supplied conditions) the outline of bones can be seen if Sallius twists or moves his body in a way that flexes the muscles. He may also walked a little hunched over from time to time, though this is often combated with a him trying to maintain a upright posture.

Uniform: Sallius wears thick mud green military fatigues; a shirt that doubles as a winter jacket and baggy pants, black boots with tan gaiters wrapped around the ankles and the cuffs of the pants tucked into the gaiters. Leathery gloves around the hands, a wool scarf around the neck and a trench coat worn over all that, dark brown harness with ammo pouches and grenades cling to it, and suspenders of the harness around the shoulders. Actual armor is a mere flack jacket and helmet.

When the demands are made for the guardsmen to be mobile, Sallius also wears a backpack with a rolled-up sleeping bag at the top, and an 9-70 Entrenching Tool folded up and attached to the bag.

A very important note of Sallius's behavior with clothing is that he very rarely exposes any of his skin, aside from the face. While fate may demand him to wear less or acknowledge his skin's poor condition, he will otherwise wear as much layers of clothing as possible, even when the weather is fairly warm. The wool scarf is known to never come off either as it makes for a very fitting hood in all conditions, which he enjoys wearing.

Armament: Semi-automatic lasrifle, frag grenades, bayonet and a 9-70 Entrenching Tool

Personality/Demeanour: Witnessing entire armies roll across a planet, or a horde of fervent barbaric creatures tear apart your allies. Both cause an equal amount of adrenaline to pulse through the body, Sallius has seen both plenty of times in his years of service now, mind having been broken and repaired long ago. Now becoming servitor-like in behavior Sallius is never angry, nor is he loud outside of combat, thoughts and motivations having become cold logic rather than bristling emotion. Talks can be awkward for anyone with the slightest hint of humanity in them as Sallius provides little in the ways of actual discussion, seeming uncannily human, to be breathing but not truly alive.

Greatest Ambition: Seeing worlds, fighting enemies, understanding more. There is no specific desire, only broad strokes that serve as goals.

Greatest Hatred: Thanks the war breaking apart his mind and turning Sallius into something quite distant of being human, its hard to say if he truly hates or likes anything. However, given he is a loyal servant of the Emperor and unquestioningly 'happy' with the genocide of xenos and heretics, its safe to assume those two categories are the closest to what he dislikes.

Skills: Calm in mind, lightweight and experienced with a lasrifle, Sallius has come to be a fine scout despite his body teetering on complete decay.

History:
Foruz, a civilized world sitting in the midst of Imperial territory, far from the realm of any xenos empire and unrelated to the machinations of the Chaos Gods. Its continents are filled to the brim with wildlife and vegetation, with cities dotting the coasts of these continents sparsely. Sallius was one of the many born in these cities, and would briefly experience the pleasant life of being on a world without war and capable of being self sustaining. Plentiful food, a hard working people, stable infrastructure and working technology, the planet would no doubt would be able to pay off any tithe the Imperium could offer. And it did! Despite the many millenia of Foruz's existence, food and materials fittingly covered each tithe.

However, over the years as Sallius grew older, Foruz's sector would be tossed into war- though the planet's people knew little of what danger was out there -the tithes became more demanding. At first, food production increased, with the population now given rations as the governor did his best to explain the situation. Then factories were being built instead of apartments or houses for the growing population, following with the economy struggling as the planet only prepared for wars that were occurring far from the planet.

And then, the long list of things required for the most recent tithe brought dread- able bodied men and women must be conscripted for the Imperial Guard.

In the span of a single night the eighteen year old Sallius's life went from the hard work of a civilian to the training of a soldier, rushed from his home to a recently built training facility deep within the forests. Six months they would spend there, training covering varying demands of their regiment. Light infantry, the two words that became so thoroughly covered every day the conscripts woke. the 1st Foruz Light Infantry Regiment, the unit which 3000 souls belonged to. Indoctrination, physical conditioning, communication protocols and survival techniques were put through their minds as much as their regiment's name.

At the end of the sixth month would the transport arrive, a massive vessel which the conscripts were sent off to, hastily given gear that was manufactured just on time for the unit's departure. Once aboard, their introduction to the Imperium as a whole and what it meant to be a guardsman began with lasrifles in their hands, another month spent in comprehension and listening, as well as coping with their situation of never seeing home again. As their shipboard training came to a close so did the trip, with their transport vessel leaving the warp and joining an armada of vessels that have been carving their way towards Vernum Primas. The war had been going on for fifteen years when the regiment originally arrived.

It would take five more years for the Orks to be defeated, with the 1st Foruzian Light Infantry Regiment serving side by side with fellow humans from all across the Imperium. In the first year alone the Foruzians lost much of their equipment and soldiers, and within the second year they were beyond recovery, by the time the war had reached Capitol only a few hundred Foruzians remained, fervently fighting to survive between the suicidal demands of their superiors and the brutality of the Orks.

The few remaining, exhausted and covered in scars, prepare themselves as they're ordered to the fields. Sallius in all his emptiness follows along as ordered with his comrades beside him. Those with even the slightest hint of life behind their eyes silently plead for the right to settle down on this world or another, but Sallius maintains his upright posture of looking forward with still eyes, mind long gone from pleading for life to stop. Him and those like him know the truth, their war will never stop until "they" are all dead- whether "they" is humanity or the xenos and heretics so venomously fought.

Miscellaneous: Rank presently stands as a Corporal.
When the medical equipment is in surplus and Sallius is around, ointments for skin rashes are known to disappear, as well as coughing pills.
He is also a avid reader, and while quick to 'find' (looting from the ruins of a library) a good novel, he is just as quick to discard it once finished.
Sorry to suddenly appear, but been a WH40k fan at birth so I'm going to turn off my lurking mode and actually get involved.
Interesting that someone already went medic, people often avoid that! But it gives me a reason to go out of my comfort zone and experiment, perhaps a tank driver or a typical rifleman. Room for one more on this boat?
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