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The sun burned a bright orange as it crested the horizon, concrete bunkers lost their gray color in favor of the sun's own. Shadows in the shape of towers lengthened from the barrels of Basilisk batteries and the assortment of armored vehicles sitting in wait of orders. In the distance scheduled barrages woke the guardsmen waiting for their shift of duty. The shells fell short, they always fell short, the forces of Chaos just loved to tease the guardsmen with the very item they wanted.

The planet of Netat was an agri-world located in Segmentum Obscurus, it was used to Chaos raids and as such they had built a large fortress on the largest plateu the planet could offer. Solid walls rose from the now blackened rocks and bastions holding stationary cannons belched their payloads near the Imperial Guard encampment. It was a sad state of affairs for the planet and the now skeletal trophies that hung from the walls danced with the wind to mock the guardsmen who could only watch on as the bright yellow and red plumes of the explosions were swallowed by the dark brown of the ground it had just wounded.

The 'Tall Tower', as they had called it, was the PDF's bastion to hold off any raiders who would occasionally visit the planet for plunder and slaves. A year ago a massive Chaos force was reported in a nearby valley, the majority of the PDF forces moved out to engage the Chaos forces in the Valley. When the force reached the valley they set up a quick perimeter and unleashed a barrage of heavy ordnance upon the massed army of chaos, only to kill slaves who had been tied to the ground. Before the PDF commander could realise that the enemy force wasn't responding to the attack, the Chaos Sorceror Kelthad used the freshly spilt blood to summon an act of the Chaos gods. Boiling blood and tissue poured from behind the PDF and washed them into the valley, their bodies and vehicles were smashed against the rocks and any PDF unfortunate enough not to be killed by the crushing force drowned as their skin began to peel from their bodies.

Garbled reports and screams filtered to the Tall Towers as Chaos terminators and assault marines under the 'Skullscreamers' legion barreled through the halls crushing the PDF who remained underfoot. They successfully took the bastion within ten minutes and those who did not convert to their side were lined up along the edge of the walls. At the call of Kelthad they were simultaneously pushed off the edge, the nooses around their necks snapped their spines as their fall was suddenly arrested. Several PDF bodies tumbled a full 400 feet before marring the rocks below with a dark red splotch. Some poor souls screamed until they met the ground.

Within a month reports of the attack had managed to reach the Sector's Commander and the nearest Imperial Guard regiment was diverted to retake Netat.The Fluvian 37th mechanised arrived on planet and managed to reach the edges of the Tall Towers before being pushed back to their current position. The 10 months of stalled fighting and failed attacks had taken their toll against them. They ran out of medicines and soon the taint of Chaos began to affect them, mutations were dealt with according to the imperial creed at first but the rate of mutation increased to the point of being the norm. Commissars were unable to execute the men under their command as they began to exhibit their own mutations. The Fluvian mechanised realized that no matter the outcome of this small war they would never be able to return to the empire, suicide rates climbed to the point that it had to be outlawed. Commissars spread the word that anyone who comitted suicide or attempted it would be damned to an eternity of suffering by the Eccleschiary.

The Fluvian commander, General Gregor Nussberg had reached his position after the execution of the previous commander General Maximillian Findet and was used to his own mutation and those of his men but he wouldn't allow the forces of Chaos an easy victory. He would normally walk amongst his men but today was different, he had petitioned for reinforcements before the mutations had affected the remaining members of his regiment and today he had found out that they would be arriving within the day.

"Commissar Brent," Gregor said as he removed his peaked cap within the war room. "I am sure you carried out my orders?"

"Yes general." the commissar responded, his now yellowed eye moved on its own as he spoke. "The men are doing their best to cover all mutations, the troops with only slight blemishes are prepared to greet the reinforcements, and the medics are busy removing excess limbs from those unlucky few."

"Now its just us who need to hide how we've changed." Gregor sighed, his own mutation had only caused his teeth to grow fang-like in appearance. Gregor affixed his rebreather and remembered how he had ordered all of his men to wear them after they witnessed the first mutation. He had hoped they would stop the spread, a hope he lost within a month. Gregor watched as Commissar Brent affixed an eyepatch to cover his unruly eye and patted down his tattered uniform.
....................

The Nucians' troopships began landing in wilted fields and spilled forth their cargo. The Nucian guardsmen noticed disheveled troopers holding large signs with directions to where they would set up camp and where they would keep their vehicles. They also noticed that every trooper had warts or boils on their hands and faces.

"Ugly sons of guns, I wonder what their women look like." one Nucian trooper remarked as he unloaded his pack.

"Like that." one of his comrades said while pointing at what he thought was a female.

"By the Emperor I wonder how they keep their planet populated." the original trooper responed in disgust.
.................

"What are we going to do with their Commissars?" Commissar Brent asked as he looked through a window at the bulky landers.

"Hopefully nothing," General Gregor said as he took a mug of caffeine in his hand before remembering his rebreather was on, "if they find out we may have some friendly fire issues.".

"Already contemplating the murder of members of the commissariat general?" Brent opened his overcoat to reveal a holstered bolt pistol, "That's usually the first crime committed by traitorous regiments."

"I would rather have my men die in combat against the Emperor's enemies than in a firing line where they do no good." Gregor said flatly while preparing some papers on his desk. "Their commander should be here soon for a briefing, try to look presentable."

They both allowed themselves a small chuckle seeing as though the best outfits they had were moth eaten or tattered and smeared with mud.

.......................................

In this RP there will be three(3) main factions that your character will be affiliated with, these three factions are the Fluvian IG, the Nucian IG, and the Skullscreamers legion of Chaos Marines.

The Fluvians are seasoned veterans, but suffer from slight mutations due to prolonged exposure to the forces of Chaos, the Nucians are the fresh reinforcements who are mutation free and are eager to fight, the Skullscreamers are a group of CSM who excell at planetary assault and defense and mainly work to protect high ranking Chaos Lords or Sorcerors. Each of these main affiliations have smaller companies that are attached to them so if you want to have the characteristics of a Fluvian trooper, but don't want to be a Fluvian you can say that your character is part of a company that was attached to the regiment.

You can be anything within any of the armies besides a commanding officer; squad leaders, tank commanders, stormtroopers, troopers, specialists, CSM, and heretics/traitors are all available roles(if you have a question about a possible rank I may have forgotten about it so PM me if you want to be something besides what I listed).

Your choice of character does not increase or decrease your chances of survival, only your actions decide how long you will live. Because there is the potential of players being on opposing sides I will try to guide players away from each other with events. However, there may be times when I am unable to prevent opposing sides from meeting in these cases I will use dice and chance to determine what happens. Each player will have the statistics of a terminator with three wounds and a storm bolter, I will roll and see who wounds first. The first to be wounded will lose the encounter and will fall back, if the player should lose all three wounds their character will die(if you want to make another character after your character's death PM me).

As a note these wounds do not count as actual RPable wounds they are for my reference and use only. Think of the wounds as strikes in the overall game.

I will do my best to allow you free reign in terms of the RP, and any serious arguments should be brought to my attention. If a serious argument breaks out in the RP I may be forced to punish the instigator by removing one wound, if this leads to character death the character will die. I will monitor the RPing and will hopefully announce an event every 3-4 weeks or on a 'as needed' basis depending on the RP. The events will be announced on Monday afternoon and the characters will PM me their responses, I will read the responses on Friday and start writing the results on Saturday. I will then check to see if any new responses have come in on Sunday and make any finishing touches or changes. If an RPer doesn't respond by this time I will do my best to match their event actions with previous RPs. (PM me if you take issue with an event concerning your character and we may be able to work something out). This way the RP should be able to start on Monday in response to the event and so on.

The final event will have *****FINAL***** affixed to it and that will be the event further RPs should be based off of.

Example Character Sheet:

Name: Gregor Nussberg
Age: 32
Sex: Male
Affiliation: Fluvian Mechanised
Appearance: Dark brown hair, brown eyes, 6' 1". Lightly tanned and thin, olive green uniform with a matching peak cap, a golden cog symbol on his cap representing his mechanized affiliation. His sharp teeth are hidden behind a standard rebreather issued to the mechanized regiment to deal with vehicle fumes.
Background: General Nussberg comes from a line of commanders and was in his second trial under fire when the primary commander was executed for incompetence. He promised Sector Command that he would hold the line and would need reinforcements if he was to retake the Tall Towers bastion. He left behind a wife and three children and regrets the fact that he will never be able to return to them but his conviction helps him continue the fight. Generally a nice guy despite what's happened to him.
Hobbies: Cards and coffee


EDIT: NUCIAN FLUFF THANKS TO NIKEV

Nucia is located close to the outskirts but is large enough to protect/sustain/uphold Imperial interests in its galaxy along with support from its allying planets.

The Nucian's Knights outfitting resembles that of the standard Cadian outfit with a few modifications. In place of a side-arm, Nucian Knights are outfitted with a short-sword for close encounters with the enemy. The Nucian's keep standard gear from then on out, occasionally opting for a better close combat weapon as, being resemblances of knights, feel that honour is gained through close melee combat. The color scheme is a base black with a faded golden outline around seams and straps and bear the mark of The Lady of Nucia(imagine two infinity symbols perpendicular with the centers black and outlines faded gold/gold) upon their arms and over their hearts.



PLAYER LIST:
SilverMk2
Name: Grunthin Eldthir
Age: 36
Sex: Male
Affiliation: Fluvian Mechanised (tank commander).
Appearance: Mottled brown hair, green eyes, 6' 0". Palid and thin, dark green uniform with a dark green tank commanders hood and helmet, a silver cog symbol with a silver star on his cap representing his mechanized affiliation and rank. Under his uniform his skin is mottled and patchy, with raw muscles on display which look almost like his skin has been burned off. There are small bony spurs along his spine and at his elbows.
Background: Grunthin Eldthir is a tank commander of the Fluvian Mechanised. He is in command of a tank hunter pattern Leman Russ Vanquisher, designation "AG02", called "Final Rest". A solid man, that can be depended upon to get the job done. Joined the guard at age 25 after drifting through life knowing something was missing and not knowing what. He found what was missing in the form of his 63 tonne mistress.

Final Rest: Has a hull mounted lascannon and sponson mounted heavy bolters. Is also draped in camo netting. Painted a dappled olive green and ash brown.
Crew: Commander, Gunner, Driver, Loader, 2 Sponson Gunners .



FM Ninja 048
Name: Ellenar Fett
Age: 26
Sex: female
Affiliation: Cyprian Spec Recon

Appearance: shoulder length red hair, green eyes, 5' 11".
wears Modified Kasrkin Uniform, has slightly larger sholder pad on Left side, flexible armored half skirt covering the back of her legs, helmet has larger Visor (think ODST)and contains a rebreather, backpack contains the powerpacks and rations, has utility belt containing other things like Combat knive, climbing rope, Cloak(in pouch)

Equipment: Hot shot lasgun, frak/krak grenades, combat knife, climbing rope(very thin, but strong, attached to grapple), cameoline cloak, compact vox, ration capsules, binoculars, monomolecular combat knife 'liberated' from a dead Officer, palmtop hololithic projector

Personality: "I'll relinquish one bullet. Where do you want it?" "That's right. Now, I'm going in. If I find heteitcs, I'll kill them. Anybody gets in my way, I'll kill them, too." "Surrender, Or don't. That would be more fun." "plans B,C,D,E,F&G are all the same, complete the mission and get back to base" ""Listen, you don't like me, and I sure as hell don't like you. But if we don't do something, we're all gonna die." ""I can pretty much guarantee that at least one of us will make it out of here in one piece, and it's not you"

Background: Raised in the Protective dome cities of Cypria Elysiant, she was enroled in Basic training 3 years earlier(12yrs old) than other guardsmen raised from Cypria after being Identified as a candidate for potential advanced training, after bing put through rigorous training in terrain halls of the Cyprian training facilities. Identified for a command position within her training group, she was placed in charge of squad 3-6/4, aka "the moving shadows". The moving shadows were attached to one of the Cyprian Mobile Recon regiments, and sent into an active theartre against a minor ork Waaagh, which was ended when the Shadows managed to infaltrate behind ork lines and call down a missile barrage on top of the main ork encampment, they were transited out system to the next engagement...



Gosty(NOTE THIS CHARACTER IS NOT THE NORM, HE IS CONFINED TO AN ADVISORY/NON-COMBAT ROLE THIS NOTE IS FOR FUTURE CHARACTER CREATORS)
Name: Gra'ksirra (The Story Teller)

Rank: Lord of Change ( a very old one at that )

Legion/ Warband: The Twisting

Wargear: Old, heavily worn tabard, and thick grime stained bandages enveloping most of his body, including his face. He carries A long, gnarled wooden staff.

Age: It was said, that Gra'ksirra was the first of the Tzeentchian greater daemons ever to have come into existence, but it is also said that all daemons appeared at the same time. Such is the way of Chaos. Needless to say, he is immeasurably ancient, and wise, and even warlords of khorne have paid tribute, and listened to the tales he spins.

Appearance: He is a large Daemon; easily three times the height of a dreadnaught, however, his age has hunched him over, so he seems smaller than he actually is. His feathers, which on other Lords of change would be bright multi coloured, and painful for the eyes, are dull, and faded. His body has bandages wrapped round it, to, as legend says, to hold him together...

Background: The ancient old daemon, was given a great role by the master of change, Tzeentch himself. It is said, that Tzeentch asked Gra’ksirra to record all of history, and to retell any from it to any who would pay tribute to the Changer of ways. He took on this role, and created his own realm within the warp, a tiny moon, that drifts aimlessly through the warp. Here, upon the pockmarked surface, is a small house, and within it, a small study. It is from here, that he records everything that once was, and everything that will be. Recently, Gra’ksirra has been spotted frequently on doomed worlds, planets about to be destroyed by warp storm, or meteor. In the brief window of opportunity before the planets end, He will release his Warband, the twisted, upon the world, for his own amusement.

Additional info: Some say, Gra’ksirra is so old, that he now knows, every shape that a horror of Tzeentch will flow into. Which, considering horrors constantly change into different shapes..... He’s pretty damn old.


Tyranic Marta
Name: Tyranic Marta
Age: 3435
Sex: Male
Affiliation: Skullscreamers Bikers
Appearance: As a Skullscreamer his armour and bike are streamlined and slim, although just as effective, his Slaanesh markings are tattoed onto his skin, and are veined in spreading lines all over his armour. His blue and gold armour is pearlescent, shifting colours in his armour entrace mortal eyes. His bike is a 2 metre beast, deamonically possesed and glowing in sibilant tunes that float through the air, audible even through the clash of battle. Tyranics helmet is melded to his head and the front half is shaped to look like an open mouthed skull. His only weapons, the twin linked bolter on his bike, and a Power sword are both ornately carved and shaped for maximum effect. On the pillion of his bike two short metal poles rise up and a banner of slaanesh, made from the skin of a Deamonette, carries the will of Slaanesh to the battle field.
Background: From the time of his legions creation Tyranic Marta has been the vindicator of his superiors, always the first into battle with his two best friends, Rathos and Merilan. His armour and bike have been extensivly reconstructed by the dark mechanicus and sorcerors of the legion to best display the traits of Slaanesh. From that point onwards Tyranic Marta has been the banner bearer of the Skullscreamers, always first into the battle and always the one to whom the Skullscreamers rally if all seems lost
Hobbies: -





Name: Commissar Nikev Sism
Sex: Male
Affiliation: Nucian(burning ) Knights
Appearance: Shaggy brown hair and a constant 5'oclock shadow. Blue eyes, with a smile to lighten the darkness, accompanied by a hardened physic that is required by Nucian captains.

Background: Nikev is a hard ass get the job done kind of guy, who occasionally likes to relax with a nice beer with the soldiers when said job is done. His charismatic skills had gained him the love of most of the regiment he fights with. Being Nucian born it seemed to be an error by a worker in the imperium, as hard as that is to believe, sent him to be a Commissar to his homeworld Nucia. Accompanied by his winged wolf mount Manodire, he is a inspiration to those around them and has never had to execute someone, believe that a True leader leads by inspiration and example, not by causing fear in his own troops. As part of the Nucian army, Nikev must perform duties over the three main factions consisted within, The Nucian Knights, The Steel of Razengoar, and The Angels of Ordain.

---Faction---- The Steel of Razengoar's soldiers and machine come from the mineral world of Razengoar and due to their planets conditions rarely go into the sunlight without severe protection. Razengoar's surface is covered in mineral and dust clouds that block most of the sun forcing the inhabitants to stay indoors, eventually leading up to the sensitivity. As another effect, this causes all of Razengoar's vast ranks of Tanks, Artillery, and Light Armour to all be completely covered and hardened. Their outfits as well as the Nucian's and Ordainians are solid black, though instead of the insignia the Nucian's bear, they either bear no symbols, or symbols of their family houses.

Hobbies: Hanging out with the standard soldiers and doing activities along with them, cardplaying, drinking, betting and general tomfoolery. When not with any soldiers, Nikev plays with Manodire.



Karon
Name: Earl Wallace
Age: 31
Sex: Male
Affiliation: Fluvian Guardsmen Sergeant
Appearance: Tall, black man. Roughly 6', bald, brown eyes. Virtually unaffected by the mutations so far.
Background: Coming from a hive-city, Earl grew up in one of the local gangs. He learned all the tricks of the trade in being a hitman and a drug dealer. After most of his gang were gunned down in a rivalry incident, he signed into the Imperial Guard so he wouldn't die. He's been in the Guard since he was nineteen years old, and was promoted to the rank of Sergeant four years ago after showing fanatical ruthlessness in the name of the Emperor, running through incoming fire to toss several grenades into a bunker with several heavy bolters that had pinned down his comrades. Very popular with his soldiers, partly because he provides them with Grinweed, an outlawed narcotic.
Equipment: All black Imperial Guard Uniform, a hot-shot laspistol, and a one-handed power-flail.
Hobbies: Cards, Lho-Sticks, and Grinweed.


Name: Rev'ex Craxx
Age: ????
Sex: Male
Affiliation: Skull Screamers Aspiring Champion.
Appearance: Tall,bald and pale of skin,Rev'ex is clad in the armour of the Skull Screamers,his eyes glowing a malevolent red,his mouth a smiling cavern of razor sharp fangs.
Rev'ex is armed with clawed powerfist and an ornate Bolt Pistol,but his prefered weapon is a barbed whip which hangs at his side.
Background: Rev'ex is a devote follower of Slaanesh,delighting in the canopy of agonized screams of those he ensnares,over the centuries he has risen to command of a squad of like minded warriors,who's primary objectives are to bestow blissful agony onto their foe.
Hobbies: The ritualistic torture of others.


Name: Commissar Ezreal Astet
Age: 43
Sex: Male
Affiliation: Commisar in the fluvian regiment.
Appearance: Black short trimmed hair, Standard commissar clothing.
Mutation: small bone spikes are beginning to grow out of his back.
Background: He was the son of a noble family on the planet Ara, but an ork Waagh! appeared out of the warp. In the ensuing 4 years of war, Ezreal lost both his parents.
The commanding gneral of the planets defences, felt pity for the lone boy. So he shipped him of to the Schola Progenium. There he gladly embraced the demanding and unremmiting regime
of prayer, study and physical excercises. These years of punishing trainig had honed his mind and body with steel resolve. After this he was accepted in to the ranks of the stormtroopers.

Want to join, will post background after I get a reply from you

Nucians already exist.. don't 'spose you've spoken to NIkev yet, Nachos?

I'd join - even having not read the fluff. But I dislike that Terminator stat-thing so much that I will not whilst it is there.

Take it to the disscussion thread Dark, don't post that here

I will play if you don't mind. I will edit this post later to attach my character to.


Name: Grunthin Eldthir
Age: 36
Sex: Male
Affiliation: Fluvian Mechanised (tank commander).
Appearance: Mottled brown hair, green eyes, 6' 0". Palid and thin, dark green uniform with a dark green tank commanders hood and helmet, a silver cog symbol with a silver star on his cap representing his mechanized affiliation and rank. Under his uniform his skin is mottled and patchy, with raw muscles on display which look almost like his skin has been burned off. There are small bony spurs along his spine and at his elbows.
Background: Grunthin Eldthir is a tank commander of the Fluvian Mechanised. He is in command of a tank hunter pattern Leman Russ Vanquisher, designation "AG02", called "Final Rest". A solid man, that can be depended upon to get the job done. Joined the guard at age 25 after drifting through life knowing something was missing and not knowing what. He found what was missing in the form of his 63 tonne mistress.
Personality: A stoic man who is akin to the eye in a storm - calm while all around him is chaos. Generally quiet and dignified although he often surprises people who do not know him with his wit and humour. His personal philosophy is "hit once, hit hard" which manifests itself in his dealings with others; all but the most foolhardy tricksters learned not to play barrack room pranks on him and his crew after he, singlehandedly and in a single night, repaid months of trickery by taping all those responsible naked and upside down to the flag pole in the centre of the main parade ground the morning of full regimental review.


Final Rest: Has a hull mounted lascannon and sponson mounted heavy bolters. Is also draped in camo netting. Painted a dappled olive green and ash brown.
Crew: Commander, Gunner, Driver, Loader, 2 Sponson Gunners .
Commander: Grunthin Eldthir – exposed muscles, small bone spurs on spine and elbow.
Gunner: Conwynn Anden – deep voice. Big. Bleeding eyes under goggles.
Loader: Darror Aermarth – slight sores.
Driver: Erlag Olowen - sores
Right Sponson: Lorich Curthar – had an extra arm until it was removed.
Left Sponson: Koland Bylith – slightly wasted musculature




http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Leman_Russ_Vanquisher#Armaments_and_Upgrades

I'm in if thats ok. Will do char sheet later

Definitely interested Nachos...but I'm still unclear as to how you plan to pull of everyone having Terminator stats...IMO it might be better to do away with "Player Terminators" and have the highest Chaos level a player can opt for being a " CSM Aspiring champion"...just a thought.

@ Fitzz I think this whole terminator shenanigan has been blown out of proportion. All it's being used for is to determine who wins the fights in these encounters. Therefore, to stop complaints, having everyone having equal stats seems fair, does it not?

I can just picture the arguments between using actual stats.

"Oh Ghosty, your conscript seems to have run into FMs Terminator."

"Oh. Whats my BS again?"

"2"

"..."

Just an example!

With everyone having equal stats, it removes bias. Or somesuch.

ghosty wrote:@ Fitzz I think this whole terminator shenanigan has been blown out of proportion. All it's being used for is to determine who wins the fights in these encounters. Therefore, to stop complaints, having everyone having equal stats seems fair, does it not?

I can just picture the arguments between using actual stats.

"Oh Ghosty, your conscript seems to have run into FMs Terminator."

"Oh. Whats my BS again?"

"2"

"..."

Just an example!

With everyone having equal stats, it removes bias. Or somesuch.

I get what your saying ghosty,and believe me I'm all for a balanced/equal stats line for PCs for he most part,but could not the same degree of "fairness" be achieved by perhaps a minor tweak to stats,for example making guard players faster and more agile than CSM players?
Again just musing here...in no way do I wish to monkey wrench Nachos plans.

Commander Grunthin Eldthir reporting for duty

when will Nachos come online, my characters almost done but needs some confirmation of key parts

mmmmeeehhh!


screw it, if he doesn't like it i'll change It

Name: Ellenar Fett
Age: 26
Sex: female
Affiliation: Cyprian Spec Recon

Appearance: shoulder length red hair, green eyes, 5' 11".
wears Modified Kasrkin Uniform, has slightly larger sholder pad on Left side, flexible armored half skirt covering the back of her legs, helmet has larger Visor (think ODST)and contains a rebreather, backpack contains the powerpacks and rations, has utility belt containing other things like Combat knive, climbing rope, Cloak(in pouch)

Equipment: Hot shot lasgun, frak/krak grenades, combat knife, climbing rope(very thin, but strong, attached to grapple), cameoline cloak, compact vox, ration capsules, binoculars, monomolecular combat knife 'liberated' from a dead Officer, palmtop hololithic projector

Personality: "I'll relinquish one bullet. Where do you want it?" "That's right. Now, I'm going in. If I find heteitcs, I'll kill them. Anybody gets in my way, I'll kill them, too." "Surrender, Or don't. That would be more fun." "plans B,C,D,E,F&G are all the same, complete the mission and get back to base" ""Listen, you don't like me, and I sure as hell don't like you. But if we don't do something, we're all gonna die." ""I can pretty much guarantee that at least one of us will make it out of here in one piece, and it's not you"

Background: Raised in the Protective dome cities of Cypria Elysiant, she was enroled in Basic training 3 years earlier(12yrs old) than other guardsmen raised from Cypria after being Identified as a candidate for potential advanced training, after bing put through rigorous training in terrain halls of the Cyprian training facilities. Identified for a command position within her training group, she was placed in charge of squad 3-6/4, aka "the moving shadows". The moving shadows were attached to one of the Cyprian Mobile Recon regiments, and sent into an active theartre against a minor ork Waaagh, which was ended when the Shadows managed to infaltrate behind ork lines and call down a missile barrage on top of the main ork encampment, they were transited out system to the next engagement...

The Moving Shadows were attached to the Nucians Just before they're transit to the Fluvian theatre, their small transport -just- touching down as they transited to warp, They attended a short Briefing, where they were given hololithic slates and large booklets abvout the planet. they began modifying they're Taruros transports for the conditions of a war torn planet, the 4 vehicles having been modifled with Ork glyphs and markings to make them less obvious at a distance.

Underlings: squad 3-6/4 "the moving shadows"


I figure I might start losing NPCs soon so:

01. Ellanor Fett, capt. Hot-shot lasgun
02. Noemi Mcgahan, Hot-shot lasgun, master vox
03. Erik Chausse, las repeater
04. Kathrine Yagi, Long-las
05. Marc Mansur, Melta gunner, Hot-shot laspistol
06. Darren Sabourin, Hot-shot lasgun
07. Odessa Gadbois, Hot-shot lasgun
08. Cody Coombe, Hot-shot lasgun
09. Javier Bausch, Hot-shot lasgun
10. Mathew Doughtie, Hot-shot lasgun

everybody has: some sort of sidearm, frak/krak grenades, combat knife, climbing rope(very thin & strong w/i grapple), cameoline cloak,compact vox, ration capsules, binoculars, det cord, extra ammo, all your standard spec. forces stuff

mounted in 4 tauros venators, two three seater and two two seaters, one of each armed with a lascannon and the other two armed with multilazers, all have camo netting, smoke launchers + HK missiles

Will do a character sheet tonight.

Alright the thing with the termi stats is simply because I'm not good enough to create a balanced character sheet.

This is my first time GMing a roleplay so I want to get the basics of it down first. While adding agility to a guard player and slowing down CSM players is an expert idea I am nowhere near an expert.

I will agree that player termies are a bit too much and limit it to aspiring champions(with no demonic possession) for the Chaos side.

To reitirate the Termi-statline is actually in place to show that all players have an equal chance of luck in the RP.

As an example if an IG and CSM meet up;

I will roll a D6 to see who 'shoots' first.
I will then roll until one wounds the other.
I will RP the end of the event.

As a further example the CSM loses a 'wound'.

Champion Schmoe smashed his bulky fists down towards the hapless guardsman only to have the guardsman roll to the side in the nick of time. Schmoe tried to pull his fist back and realized he had embedded it into the pillar the guardsman was cowering behind. He pulled his hand free and caused the pillar to crash down around him. Schmoe climbed unharmed from the rubble to look for his earlier victim only to see that he had escaped.

Schmoe is relatively unharmed and so is the guardsman, but in my score keeping Schmoe has lost a wound.

I hope that's a better explanation of the whole stat thing.

As to the whole Nucians thing, yes I did ask Nikev. In fact he should be joining the RP along with The Bringer and Tyranic Martyr. They did help me develope this RP afterall.

@dark, if the termi thing isn't for you it isn't for you. Unfortunately I don't really have any experience with balancing characters so its the best thing I have in my arsenal right now.

halonachos wrote:Alright the thing with the termi stats is simply because I'm not good enough to create a balanced character sheet.

This is my first time GMing a roleplay so I want to get the basics of it down first. While adding agility to a guard player and slowing down CSM players is an expert idea I am nowhere near an expert.

I will agree that player termies are a bit too much and limit it to aspiring champions(with no demonic possession) for the Chaos side.

To reitirate the Termi-statline is actually in place to show that all players have an equal chance of luck in the RP.

As an example if an IG and CSM meet up;

I will roll a D6 to see who 'shoots' first.
I will then roll until one wounds the other.
I will RP the end of the event.

As a further example the CSM loses a 'wound'.

Champion Schmoe smashed his bulky fists down towards the hapless guardsman only to have the guardsman roll to the side in the nick of time. Schmoe tried to pull his fist back and realized he had embedded it into the pillar the guardsman was cowering behind. He pulled his hand free and caused the pillar to crash down around him. Schmoe climbed unharmed from the rubble to look for his earlier victim only to see that he had escaped.

Schmoe is relatively unharmed and so is the guardsman, but in my score keeping Schmoe has lost a wound.

I hope that's a better explanation of the whole stat thing.

As to the whole Nucians thing, yes I did ask Nikev. In fact he should be joining the RP along with The Bringer and Tyranic Martyr. They did help me develope this RP afterall.

@dark, if the termi thing isn't for you it isn't for you. Unfortunately I don't really have any experience with balancing characters so its the best thing I have in my arsenal right now.

Sounds good to me. I don't really see much wrong with it.

Sounds like a good system Nachos...I'll most likely be throwing my hat in the ring on the side of Chaos.

Alrighty then, I'm going to let you guys set up your characters before I continue with the, OMG, first major event.

Also, please try to include a hobby. It may seem incredibly trivial but it helps me determine what the character is like in the event that I have to RP a response for he,she, or it.

could I just add a personality then?

Sure you can add a personality then, I tried to spice up the bland character sheet with a hobby section,but I guess you guys don't like nice things.

In all seriousness, I have no problem with that.

Would the ritualistic tourture of prisoners count as a hobby?

Only if he truly enjoys it, if its his job then it isn't a hobby.

halonachos wrote:Only if he truly enjoys it, if its his job then it isn't a hobby.

Oh...no..not his "job",I'm thinking in terms of full blown sadistic maniac here.

I just thought personality because a Stormtrooper isn't going to do much exept, eat, sleep, train, yell at normal gaurdsmen for doing things wrong, and clean their gear

I'm thinking along the Lines of a Chaos Aspiring Champion who honestly takes great pleasure in inflicting prolonged and agonizing pain on anyone he happens to get his clawed mitts on.

Its all good, I wanted a diversity of characters and so far I've been getting them.

I'm stuck.

I want to do Chaos, after mulling it over, but I don't really no what to do after that. I tried out a Chaos Terminator, then felt way to overpowered, then I tried a Raptor, but I felt I couldn't develop the character past the entire "Let me land on your face feet first" aesthetic they have going on.

Ideally, and I know this won't be aloud, I'd like to use this previous character, someone that I really liked when I made it, and developed a large deal of information about.


In theory...

Name: Gra'ksirra (The Story Teller)

Rank: Lord of Change ( a very old one at that )

Legion/ Warband: The Twisting

Wargear: Old, heavily worn tabard, and thick grime stained bandages enveloping most of his body, including his face. He carries A long, gnarled wooden staff.

Age: It was said, that Gra'ksirra was the first of the Tzeentchian greater daemons ever to have come into existence, but it is also said that all daemons appeared at the same time. Such is the way of Chaos. Needless to say, he is immeasurably ancient, and wise, and even warlords of khorne have paid tribute, and listened to the tales he spins.

Appearance: He is a large Daemon; easily three times the height of a dreadnaught, however, his age has hunched him over, so he seems smaller than he actually is. His feathers, which on other Lords of change would be bright multi coloured, and painful for the eyes, are dull, and faded. His body has bandages wrapped round it, to, as legend says, to hold him together...

Background: The ancient old daemon, was given a great role by the master of change, Tzeentch himself. It is said, that Tzeentch asked Gra’ksirra to record all of history, and to retell any from it to any who would pay tribute to the Changer of ways. He took on this role, and created his own realm within the warp, a tiny moon, that drifts aimlessly through the warp. Here, upon the pockmarked surface, is a small house, and within it, a small study. It is from here, that he records everything that once was, and everything that will be. Recently, Gra’ksirra has been spotted frequently on doomed worlds, planets about to be destroyed by warp storm, or meteor. In the brief window of opportunity before the planets end, He will release his Warband, the twisted, upon the world, for his own amusement.

Additional info: Some say, Gra’ksirra is so old, that he now knows, every shape that a horror of Tzeentch will flow into. Which, considering horrors constantly change into different shapes..... He’s pretty damn old.

IC: A trio of sorcerers entered the ritual circle, each one garbed in fine silks, in every possible colour. And a good deal of impossible ones too. Around them, in a circle, were candles that gave off thick blue incense forming a cloud that hung above them, like an omniscient cloud. The three looked around them briefly, checking everything was in place, before beginning the ritual. They spoke in garbled tongues, language that assaulted the ears as it was spoken, actually causing pain to any within ear shot. Blood began to dribble from the sorcerers ears, and the pace of their chant began to quicken. It pulsed like a beating heart, and above them, the smoke began to swirl in an anticlockwise direction. Nearby slaves, and mutants, chained to the floor of the summoning chamber screamed and convulsed, as amongst the flickering smoke, they saw leering faces, faces that stared right into their souls. As the chanting began to reach its climax, The cloud above them had formed into a vortex, with a centre of calm in the middle, in which the three sorcerers stood. The eye of the storm, an area of pure warp energy. The prisoners by this time were dead; their souls sucked clean out of their bodies by the ritual. Suddenly, the chanting stopped, and abruptly, without any sort of warning, the chaos magi exploded in a fountain of gore, gristle and bone. In the centre of the carnage stood a huge figure. Its feathers were dull and greasy. Its lanky body was bandaged heavily with thick linen, and a slick of black fluid oozed from between them. Its staff was of simple design, no more than a simple stave, with the odd knot along its surface. However, it seemed to radiate obvious power. Its crooked frame was stooped, and its head bobbed on the end of its long thin neck like a bashed in egg. Resting upon the tip of its curved beak, was a pair of reading glasses, and in its left hand, was a long feathered quill, with ink still dripping from its tip. Gra’ksirra looked around his new surroundings with a deep sigh. People always summon him when he’s just in the middle of doing something important…

Now, would you be against someone playing a greater daemon, provided they weren't into the whole 'going to war thing'? Taking more os a passive role, watching battles unfold, making notes, advising generals, and similar?

Sounds fine to me as long as he doesn't rape everyone with Bolts of Change.

Nah, he'd be probably be to busy rewriting this thread, to add to his stacks of stories.

Added some quotes so you can sort of understand the personality

Name: Tyranic Marta
Age: 3435
Sex: Male
Affiliation: Skullscreamers Bikers
Appearance: As a Skullscreamer his armour and bike are streamlined and slim, although just as effective, his Slaanesh markings are tattoed onto his skin, and are veined in spreading lines all over his armour. His blue and gold armour is pearlescent, shifting colours in his armour entrace mortal eyes. His bike is a 2 metre beast, deamonically possesed and glowing in sibilant tunes that float through the air, audible even through the clash of battle. Tyranics helmet is melded to his head and the front half is shaped to look like an open mouthed skull. His only weapons, the twin linked bolter on his bike, and a Power sword are both ornately carved and shaped for maximum effect. On the pillion of his bike two short metal poles rise up and a banner of slaanesh, made from the skin of a Deamonette, carries the will of Slaanesh to the battle field.
Background: From the time of his legions creation Tyranic Marta has been the vindicator of his superiors, always the first into battle with his two best friends, Rathos and Merilan. His armour and bike have been extensivly reconstructed by the dark mechanicus and sorcerors of the legion to best display the traits of Slaanesh. From that point onwards Tyranic Marta has been the banner bearer of the Skullscreamers, always first into the battle and always the one to whom the Skullscreamers rally if all seems lost
Hobbies: -

ghosty wrote:Nah, he'd be probably be to busy rewriting this thread, to add to his stacks of stories.