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The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

@NecroKnight So how does Tyros know that?

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

@NecroKnight, before somebody I know has an aneurysm, I humbly ask that you make one change to your post.

So, the Black Dragons don't necessary know that their gene seed was originally from Vulkan. In fact, I don't think that's actually known. It's only been implied as a possibility. They were created during the Cursed Founding http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Cursed_21st_Founding. There's a good backgronud on them here: http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Black_Dragons.

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

- Captain Leal Lattore-

Captian Leal Lattore sat alone on a bench in a large, open chamber aboard the Intrepidus, the battered, yet-functional, Ramilies Starfort that was home to the errant members of the Relictor chapter of the Astartes Praesus. The fort was immense for the single company, yet it had the capacity they required to travel great distances and sustain them for battle. With their homeworld of Neutra secured for recruitment, they had the potential to recover from their utter devastation after the events of the 13th Black Crusade and their severe punishment by the Inquisition as Excommunicate Traitoris. The structure and functionality of the Imperium had changed dramatically since the loss of the Master of Mankind, and perhaps now, in what had to be for certain the darkest hour of the Empire of Man, the Relictors could rise again as saivours in the establishment of the Imperium reborn.

Travel between systems was unfortunately, currently, laboriously unproductive, and even picking a direction was akin to throwing darts at a dartboard while blindfolded. This gave Leal much time to think. The Relictors had to move. To stagnate in a secure location was to waste their God-emperor given use while the fringes of the former Imperium were surely being consumed by chaos and xenos. But throwing forces at the fringes of the Imperium would be futile. It was time for the entire empire to pull back to its midpoint, to some homing beacon, to reconvene, share their knowledge, and to rebuild. That is what Leal had planned.

Armored and adorned as their sole representative, Captain Lattore would meet with one Gregori Astamov, commander in chief of the planetary defense forces of the new holy throne world of what may in fact be the center of the Imperium Reborn. Supposedly, Astamov was claimed to be the very embodiment of the former Emperor's will. Leal was doubtful that this was anything more than title, else he would be dealing with yet another living saint. He opened his eyes and looked upon the relicsword that lay suspended in its resting place before him. Such things were indeed possible in such desparate times. Tiny white flames slowly flickered over its' blade, and he basked in its harmless aura.

Every time he looked upon it, he asked himself what he had done in creating this weapon. In its' light, he felt something that simply could not be, that the Emperor, the old Emperor, still existed, that there was still hope. Yet, how could this be anything more than a delusion brought on by his grief? He dare not even utter the logical denial. Still, the presence was there, radiating at him from the blade. He did not understand it.

"The landing team is ready, Captain."

Leal's bulky terminator armor stood up and faced the archway. "We leave at once." He answered, and telekinetically called and holstered the angel sword.

----------- Saint's Chariot

An envoy of 5 Relictors teleported onto the ship outside the meeting chambers on the designated landing pad: captain Leal Lattore wearing a red cloak, two high ranking relictors in dreadnaught armor, and 2 in power armor. Each of them carried both a ranged weapon and a melee weapon, one of which at least was clearly a daemonweapon, the signiture and damnnation of their chapter. Like human tanks, they marched forward in formation, steady and unstoppable. The interfaces in their visors gave them all the information on their surroundings, humans, xenos, ships, potential threats, everything. In the former Imperium, the Relictor's staunch declaration of loyalty meant nothing, and although the old Inquisition was no more, a new one was being formed, and they could possibly take offense to the Relictor's presence.

The large doors to the meetinghall chamber opened to admit the super-human sized batle brothers. Leal stepped forward and immediately the sense of a holy presence entered the room with him. The rarely seen image of the white skulls on black shoulder pauldrons struck the gathered audience. The 4 daemon weapons belonging to the other Relictors were wrapped in seals and silver chains, muting their influence on innocent bystanders. A demonic eye cracked open on one of the posessed bolters and looked at Ritske.

"Captain Leal Lattore of the first company of Relictors of the Astartes Praesus..." Leal hesitated, "...Excommunicatus." It may or may not have mattered. Dauntless, focused on his mission which was for the future of mankind, and continued. "We have come, as is our duty, to defend the Imperium from its' enemies in this time of need and to once again spread the Emperor's Truth. We seek reconciliation with the burgeoning new Imperium spurred by the actions of Lord Gregori Astamov and to admit our chapter to his service in accordance with the eternal will of the Emperor of Mankind, may he one day return to us."

Having introduced himself, Leal waited patiently. There was much to discuss and many others yet to meet.

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

I too will wait for tomorrow. I need to sit down for this.

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

Purge all demon-worshipping scum in his holy name...

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

@Thecrash20 Was your character approved? Could you put it in the CS tab then?

PRIES - Paranormal Noir RP [Always recruiting]

The Church.

Music:


Subtle, yet impossible for his acute senses to have missed, a low frequency rumble reverberated through the church building like a soft earthquake. Mithias' golden eyes followed the woman's body as it dropped as if in slow motion to the floor. An animalistic chill ran up his spine much like the rumbling shockwave that now ran up the walls, trembling the ornate glass windows, and the short hairs on the back of the vampire's neck bristled. The powers in use here were far greater than they had anticipated.

A perfect statue, judgemental in his fine suit perched high above, Mithias made no move to belie his understanding of the exigency of the situation. His contact lens provided the best feed of the shit-scene that was about to erupt. Red tentacled worms slathered on the floor from the now dead woman's smiling head. It was clear the entire gathering was equally possessed as they surrounded the several, unlucky agents below and simultaneously attacked them. All those people, they were all already dead. Amid the fear, amid the horror, Mithias was stricken with a sense of loss. Already, he mourned those people.

Pulling two handguns from holsters under his jacket, Mithias gave last rites to those below. "The Lamb of God takes away the sins of the world. Happy are those who are called to his supper." As the creatures jumped, he began firing, a rain of bullets, one by one, into the heads of the attackers below. First priority was to drop the attackers in immediate proximity to the fleeing agents. If a knife through the head could stop the woman, then a bullet could do the same to the rest of them. Mithias fired over and over, slowly walking alongside the railing of the second-floor level to get a better angle on those barring the exit that Buck had described out into the graveyard. Surely by now, he had made himself obvious to the enemy, the pastor in particular. Mithias spared one last bullet for the pastor behind the pulpit. Hopefully, that would drop him as well, and there wouldn't be any need for a chase later.

Mags empty, building rumbling, Mithias placed his hands on the railing and kicked himself up into a perfect handstand, before tipping over and landing gracefully on his feet in the middle of the congregation below. What ensued then was a slaughter, ala The Kingsman. (great with no sound imo)



Bodies flew. With vampiric speed and grace, Mithias could crush a skull with the blunt end of his empty pistol. Flagpolls and banner holders bearing standards of peace and love became spears and lances. Mithias lacked his swords, but anything was a weapon, candle holders, shards of wood from the splintered pews, the fire-escape axe. These were merely human. He killed and incapacitated the pastor's flock with broken bones and physical death. Their still-living blood spilled and flowed into the isle, fueling Mithias' dark desire until his eyes shifted to a red haze. He knew well enough to avoid the writhing parasites that seeped and slithered out of wounds, but he would slay all 105 of the brood, unless the building came crashing down to do it for him.

Mithias the vampire was himself, a monster, and his feed was of equally horrific, efficient bloodshed. What was almost as terrifying as a congregation of body-snatched fiends was Mithias' complete lack of hesitation as he rapidly murdered one after another of what looked like people. If the pastor wasn't running by now, he certainly should be.

PRIES - Paranormal Noir RP [Always recruiting]

Looks like it's time for me to write my post.

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

Captain Leal Lettore

Name: Captain Leal Lettore

Race: Human.

Appearance: Captain Lettore of the first company of the Relictors looks about as pictured. Unhelmed, he has light colored skin, blue eyes, and long, silver hair. He looks about 40 years old.

Basic Relictors

Personality: Leal is very direct and practical. He long ago learned the technique of stopping his emotions and focusing only on battle, which is paramount to his defense inside the warp, and that shows in his logical, cold personality. He is not without his zeal however, which is of course for the prosperity of humanity and to uphold the will of the late emperor for all eternity. Protecting human kind from chaos is practically an obsession to him, as it is to all his brethren. Like them, he will give anything for the cause and is no stranger to extreme, even questionable measures. He has no intention of going after xenos as long as they pose no threat to humans. He may not like them, but sacrifices must be made in these dark times. The forces of chaos are clearly the greater threat. Leal is somewhat emotionally or mentally attached to his weapon and devoutly meditates on it.

Bio: For a general history of the Relictors: http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Relictors

Beaten back by the Grey Knights at the end of the 13th Black Crusade, the few remaining Relictors with Leal retreated into hiding aboard their badly damaged Ramilies-class Starfort within the Eye of Terror. Only 23 were alive in his company at the time, and recovery and regrowth was long. Yet the Relictors were able to preserve their secrets, the techniques they had learned that allowed them to bind grater daemon souls into their weapons. Not a single one of their marines has yet fallen to the corruption inherent in such risky endeavor, which yields the most powerful warriors against chaos that the Imperium has ever known.

They traveled space, engaging the enemy wherever it threatened humanity, even joining battles that were already ongoing against the demons to assure a space marine victory. Yet, having been declared renegades and excommunicated, they were always on the run from the Inquisitors.

Now, in the 51st millennium, the empire is fragmented. Man has turned against man, and the edicts of his venerable decree have been forgotten. The High Council is no more. The Inquisition, the Astra Miliratum, no one can reach far enough to enforce anything, and thus they in essence cease to exist. Fortunately, the Relictors had been operating on their own for a long time, and have maintained their order and practices. Although travel has been gravely slow, they have recently managed to secure a small section of space and protect it. Uninhibited by other Astartes, they have reclaimed their homeworld for recruiting and now stand at about 100. They mourn most effectively by continuing to carry out the late Emperor's eternal will.

It was during one such battle when the Relictors had found and joined an isolated chapter of the Sister Sororitas to aid them that Leal Lettore acquired his unique weapon and proved himself worthy of the unexpectedly opened position of captain. A shift in the activity of the warp nearby had caused the immaterium to bulge too close to a local world. Demons invaded and psychic chaos erupted. Half of the Sisters had become corrupted and had turned on the other half. A living saint manifested and immediately became the target of a losing battle. The saint was slain. Upon her final death, her fused soul lingered. This was probably due to the disturbance in the warp that had persisted since the death of the emperor and creation of the Star Father. Leal was stricken with a sudden and possibly very heretical idea; he bound the angelic soul into his relicblade. Doing this created a weapon of such unfathomable power that the forces of chaos were driven from the world before him. Peace was re-established.

Old tensions between the Sisters Sororitas and the Relictors still smoldered however, and the Relictors soon moved on after restocking their supplies. It is some time after these events that Captain Lettore and his starfort entered Georgian space. He seeks to increase his ship's mobility, garner a few ships, and get any information he can about the state of humanity in this nightmarish future.

Forces: 1 still very damaged starfort, Imperius Immemoriam. A dozen gunships/dropships. 113 Relictor space marines, including 1 captain. Daemonweapons. Support crew that have joined them along the way.

Allegiance to Gregori: Gregori may or may not be all that he claims. Negotiations with him are with respect and honor. Desperate times do call for desperate measures, but we are not throwing the Lexicanum out the window. He is a means to an end, and that end is rebuilding the empire, but all intentions must be pure. Trade with mercenaries and Xenos is accepted as necessary to maintain a fighting force and to protect human kind. Gregori is of course human, an ally to this end, and a source of information. One day, warp travel will be made possible again, and the Imperium of Man will be restored.

The Relictors have given Gregory a standing offer to respond to any and all chaos threats within Gregorian space.

Personal equipment

Leal is a battle-psyker and can use force weapons should he acquire one.

Leal has incorporated and modified a few parts of the more advanced Grey Knight Aegis Terminator armor into his own Relictor tactical dreadnought armor to improve its psychic protection. These parts have internal layers inscribed with prayers and runes that improve warding against psychic attack, plus the Aegis armor is lighter in weight and affords slightly more mobility. (Where did he get this? Long ago from dead Grey Knights after their attack on the Relictor starfort.) The front chest of his armor has a large winged skull, and his shoulders bear the Relictor symbols. A red cloak denotes his rank and location to his men. His armor is also equipped with a standard teleport homer.

Angelic Relicblade - This is a daemonweapon, but the bound soul within it is instead a fragment of the dead emperor's soul that had belonged to the Sisters Sororitas. It escaped being consumed during the birth of the Star Father. The sword burns with white flames even at rest, its aura unquenchable. It speaks with the voice of the Saint that it once was.

Gauntlet-mounted Stormbolter on left hand.
Holstered backup bolter.
Refractor Field.

The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

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