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2012/07/02 12:31:45
Subject: The Jaws Of Death - OOC and recruitment Thread
Well the thread's not gonna die while I have anything to say about it. If it's me and only one other person, I'll keep going at it until the war's finished.
If I were you I'd save it for later. I'll join, but there's just so many at the moment. Not that I'm complaining, but it's quite a bit, especially with the new rulebook just out.
It depends on what the idea is, and when. If it's a great idea, I'm in whenever, and if it's starting in a few weeks I'm probably in whatever the idea is.
I'm probably in though.
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The 41st millennium is one of war, destruction and genocide, horrid monsters and bleak hearted warlords are this times greatest, peace and love are it's worst. If you are to survive, one must let only hate and anger drive their actions and not let petty feelings ever cloud their judgements for it will leave them as broken corpses on the many piles of the fallen on the thousands of battle fields of the galaxy.
Syrath's Arena is no exception, found in a niche of the many sub realms of the warp, partially spilling into a secure section of the Web Way, it hosts some of the Galaxies most violent battles and it is ruled by one of the most disgusting beings to exist in the blackness of the warp, a former Lord of Change, Syrath has gathered around him a cohort of loyal lieutenants and war-bands to raid and loot the galaxy of it's greatest treasure, and one of it's greatest treasures is a legendary fight. Syrath's Warriors will traverse the Galaxy from time to time, stealing away it's greatest solders after exhausting battles, forcing them into cages and to fight wave after wave of slavering Daemonic monsters or their own friends. Some find glory in these pits, others find despair, but the only hope for these prisoners is to escape the pits, and place their hands around the throat of the one who stole them from Reality. Syrath the Immortal, Saint of Chaos.
Welcome to 'Syrath's Arena', a Warhammer 40,000 RPG, where you take the role of a captive or captor fighting for survival in the pits and arenas or searching for glory in order to ascend to Daemonhood and fight a amount the foul Greater Daemons elite warriors,whatever you chose, remember it's survival of the fittest so use whatever tricks you have under your sleeve to win.
Character profile
Name:
Race:
Occupation and or Rank:
Sex:
Items:
Weaponry:
Age:
Biography:
NPC's
Each character may have up to two NPC's, they may be exotic guard dogs, a pair of extremely deadly assassins, whatever you chose, remember they only live once. NPC's use the same character profile as a normal player.
Game NPC's
Name: Syrath
Race: Greater Daemon
Occupation and or rank: Exalted Greater Daemon
Sex: Male
Items:
Daemonic Robes-Fluttering black robes hang from the thin and skeletal frame of Syrath, giving him little protection from attacks.
Daemonic bewitching eye: A strange golden amulet hangs from around Syrath's thin neck, in the centre of the amulet is a red eye which stares into the very soul of those it stares down on.
Black Orb of Syrath: A massive crystal ball, it's purpose a mystery to all but Syrath, it burns with ethereal flames which have scorched the flesh from Syrath's fingers when the Daemons hand is clasped around it.
Weaponry:
-Staff of Syrath: A massive crystal staff, made out of unknown warp energies, this staff cam channel Syrath's essence to form torrents and cascades of energy to devastate the enemy from affar.
Age: Unknown
Biography: Once a Lord of Change, Syrath has himself long forgotten his creation and has only sought one thing, power. After the Horus Heresy, the Daemon searched for ambitious Chaos War Lords, other Greater Daemons and Heralds, and after building up his forces, he has led crusades of slaughter and sacrifice and now he hosts bloody games for his own entertainment.
Name: Arrius the Flame lord
Race: Human (Space Mairne)
Occupation and or Ranking: Chaos Sorcerer Lord
Sex: Male
Items:
-Thousand Son Artificer Armour: Taken from a defeated opponent, this armour no longer bears any real resemblance to the smooth plated Loyalist Armour, it is easily identified by the mutations and runes that cover it's surface. Snapping maws, glowing symbols and leering Daemonic faces are the only thing that will great any opponent that dares to face Arrius.
-Books and Scrolls: Adorning the armour also are many tomes of Sorcery and Knowledge, looted from vaults and the temples of enemy Chaos Sorcerers and Mages, these many tomes and books have increased the Sorcerers abilities and knowledge ten fold.
Weaponry:
-Force Sword: A 'katana' styled blade, Arrius's Force Sword has tasted the blood of those who have dared oppose him, or nearly taken his rank as the second in command to Syrath the Immortal.
-Bolt Pistol: Unleashing flaming bolts of energy, this pistol was wretched from the hands of Chaos Lord Kremlin when Arrius impaled the 'treacherous rat' and stole whatever valuables the Chaos Lord was carrying at the time, including his ship.
Biography: Arrius is a businessman of war and pain, born into service in the Blood Ravens, the rouge quickly took off after whispers of power entered his unguided mind, and so began an eternity of power seeking, and now here Arrius stands, at the side of Syrath the Immortal and on the last steps to Daemonhood, it one was to slay Arrius, they'd surely become one of the Daemons most favoured servants....
Name: Farseer Syess
Race: Eldar
Occupation or rank: Former Farseer
Sex: Female
Items:
-Corrupt Wrathbone armour: Blackened and cracked, this ancient armour was once pure white, but since Syess's fall from grace, it has turned as black as her tortured soul, marked by Daemonic Skulls and Eight sided stars that are burnt into the armours surface. It gives Syess some protection, and generates a ward of energy to protect her during battle.
-Wrathbone Helm: Alongside her blackened armour, Syess wears an ancient helm, corrupted and changed to resemble a leering Daemonic face, and hide her own lifeless and depressive features from the sight of the many leering Daemons and Chaos Space Marines that are under Syrath's command.
-Broken Soul stone: A grey and drab object, this Soul Stone contains nothing but an ancient memory of what was once Syees's life.
Biography: Shrouded in mystery, Syess is believed to have once been the Farseer of a small and weakened Craftworld, invaded by Syrath's armies and broken, it is said that instead of failing in battle, she broke from her host and begged the Daemon to spare her, but her Craftworld was slaughtered and it's soul devoured by the foul Daemon. These events broke Syess, she'd left her Craftworld to die while she stood at the side of the Daemon who had committed such a crime.
The Arena
The Arena is made up of the following sections, forming the RPG's world;
The Cages: Where all the players start off,
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2012/07/02 14:06:28
Subject: The Jaws Of Death - OOC and recruitment Thread
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