Lone Wanderer

Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader (WH40K) RP (ON HIATUS, closed for now.)

An angel in armour would be good about now in the market. Preferably one with some medical skills.

You are sitting in the back of a cop car with the avatar above... (Game)

I once saw a mutant dog just outside of Condor. Looked a lot like your own. Dog is dead now.

You are sitting in the back of a cop car with the avatar above... (Game)

You guys... *Raises one gloved hand over his mask*
It is ghosts from Pripyat.

The Age of Nations

Foreign relations with other player nations that have affected the Commonwealth as of January 1836 have been finished. Take a look if you wish to know where you stand.

Edit: The Sanguine Empire, Anvegad and Vitannia will be added in a moment.

Beyond Civilisations Grasp... - A Rogue Trader (WH40K) RP (ON HIATUS, closed for now.)

The Trade Market

New brooch now donned, the day had become that much brighter for Armadeus. However, it didn't take a savant to notice something had changed. Something in the air... Fear perhaps? No, anticipation. Glancing around himself, he noticed he now stood alone in the now empty market, only the backs of individuals turning corners or closing their doors told him that he hadn't imagined them being there in the first place. One back stood out in particular, a white robed and hooded figure departing with an almost mechanical movement.
"You ther-" The wind was pushed out of him as a solid-slug buried itself into his left shoulder, mere inches away from the bronze brooch, which would have glinted in the sunlight had a fleck of blood not covered its surface. The impact sending the Seneschal into the well trodden dirt of the trade market.

He lay there for a second, expecting more pain to follow and perhaps, the sweet embrace of death as a sticky warmth spread out across his shoulder. It was not to arrive, the unmistakable rattle of an Autogun firing with reckless abandon brought him back to his senses. However, the solid projectiles were not for him. Senses slighted, coat muddied and brooch bloodied Armadeus quickly rose to his feet, scrambling despite the harrowing protests from his wounded shoulder towards the closest storefront and throwing himself over and behind it.

Grunting at the pain in his shoulder, one hand found itself sliding within the folds of his coat, grasping the hilt of the Bolt pistol hidden within and drawing it free as he slowly peered over the top of the wooden stall. The scent of blood was in the air, the four gangers he'd seen previously, just barely adults now lay in a pool of their own life's blood, cut apart by rounds from an autogun. Nearby a grinning man stood, a red fist donned the flak armour covering the man's chest, which looked to have been put together by scraps of two separate breastplates. An autogun hung over his shoulder, a string of smoke escaping from it's barrel.

"The bastard that must have shot me." Armadeus muttered to himself, as he rose slowly, the Bolt pistol raised before him and towards the Red Fist. The grinning man felt the impact shatter through his side, ribs and all as a self-propelled kinetic round tor it's way through his homemade armour and then body sending him sprawling into the dirt and gurgling, before he heard it.

Ducking back down behind the improvised cover. Armadeus with his honour repaired, the sticky pain in his shoulder however was still present, as he looked to taking in his surroundings, bolt pistol held against his rising and falling chest.

The Age of Nations

@Chairman Stein Personally, I prefer more detail than that in WiR. I think I'll continue with writing about my characters, their ideals and thoughts to develop them further, whilst also including my diplomatic moves as in my first post. I find the WiR way of posting makes you only think about the nation rather than the people that run it and live within it. Which I personally don't like.

Edit: Unless the gracious GM has an IC post setup he'd prefer we use? @Theodorable

Death=][=Watch - A 40K (high casual/low advanced) Deathwatch RP

Matt Ward. Is all I'm gonna say.

The Age of Nations

@Milkman What have you done to piss of so many people?
Perhaps the above has something to do with it...

Death=][=Watch - A 40K (high casual/low advanced) Deathwatch RP

My apologies for my rather brash behavior. I assume the worst in people.
CS will be up for tomorrow.

Death=][=Watch - A 40K (high casual/low advanced) Deathwatch RP

<Snipped quote by Lone Wanderer>

Wait, how would a chapter survive without its Apothecaries. The Apothecaries are the ones that implant Gene-seed as well as look after said gene-seed. Surely they would either just get disbanded or train new ones.

@mattmanganon

That is correct, but I'm not sure what point you're trying to make other than that you know what Apothecaries do. But I'll tell you what happened anyway.
The last of the Apothecaries were killed in the Third War for Armageddon, with less than 96 lions left alive. At the war's end the chapter were given a cruiser by Black Templars and a force of black Templars to accompany them and assist in the rebuilding of their chapter, so I guess If I wanted to I could play a newly trained Apothecary however he certainly wouldn't be in the Deathwatch. I would just like to point out that this is not some home-brew chapter, the story is very much in the lore.