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Hmm.. might just change my character to a rouge chaos marine.. ! Nah.. I'd wtfpwn the entire hive..

But might dabble in that chaos cultist business! -thinks-

Yes, I may well change my character. I really didn't think this through . All that zombie lark..

I just wanted to say that I'm away this weekend, as I'm going to Glastonbury festival, as it's just down the road from me. I still want to play, but maybe I could come in late, or get injured really early on?

I don't think we'll be started by then; people are too busy with RL. I know I am. So IMO, at the earliest, it should be the weekend. It's all cool

Name: Leo Wraith
Age: 24
House: N/A
Rank: Freelance (if that's OK)
Appearance: 6 foot 3, well-built, long dark hair.
Equipment: Long knife/blade, Laspistol, Autogun
Bio: Not originally from Necromunda. Managed to get in, as he was on the run from Arbites on another planet. Managed to reach the underhive, and then he found a bar..
Speciality: Smuggling, killing, survival skills. Has had his fair share of fighting, due to his old life of crime on the other planet. Who's to say that's stopped?


Name: Leo Wraith
Age: 24
House: ex-orlock
Rank: Cultist
Appearance: 6 foot 3, well-built, long dark hair, hooded robe that hides his eyes, and is a very deep dark blue, with a gold trim.
Equipment: equivilant of a current day hunting knife, Autopistol
Bio: Started life bad - family was killed in crossfire during a gang battle, and he lived like a tramp, barely managing to survive. But he had something that noone knew about, not even him: he was a psyker - his mental abilities were as of then undeveloped and unrealized. One day, the date being the 9th day of the 9th month of 999.M41, he was approached by hooded figures in deep blue robes that had gold trimming - and he was taken. In the days that followed, he was given a place to live, food and everything he needed to survive. But soon after, the eight figures introduced him to their real purpose - they were worshippers of the Changer of Ways - Tzeentch, god of chaos. At first he didn't believe him, but then he heard the whispers - he was almost driven insane - until the other cultists tought him to not just hear the voices, but to listen. When he finally learned to control them, he soon became aware of his latent abilities, but almost lost control. The Cult magi taught him how to control these too, and he was accepted into the Cult of Destiny soon after in a ritual ceremony.
Ability/skill: Weak psyker (for now!), inexperienced combatant.

Agh, decision making time! Personally, I'm beginning to like this

A blood crazed mutant coalition... I LIKE!

I'll let you be the kroot Ghosty. I'll be the Delaque just to balance things. Welcome Darvoid

Y'know, we don't all necessarily have to be in gangs (despite the thread name) IMO.

Tbh, I don't actually see a real plot in this RP yet, with the exception of gang fights gang gang A wins gang B comes back and gang B wins.

Maybe someone should be a DM? Or did you already have a general plot idea in mind?

A blood crazed mutant coalition... I LIKE!

Blood crazed mutant coalition?! If ye be referring to my cultist, there's none of that. Unless Tzeentch wills it to be so..

well i guess I have to sacrifice my character to be DM them.

Scrazza wrote:well i guess I have to sacrifice my character to be DM them.

You shall be missed. In other news, ALL FEAR THE DM! FOR HIS WRATH SMITES ALL THAT ARE..erm..LOOKING AT HIM FUNNY!

Only a sorceror could tell if he was looking at him funny. Lowly cultist.

Yay start today maybe!

oke, big question, How to begin?

Well, my internet hates you again.. it's completely messed up this page.. ah well, can still see stuff. Not particularly easy to find the "post boxes" but oh well.


Now, for "how to begin", you should just make a large "in-character" post, but without it being from the point of view of any character, and just generally describe the area, the people, y'know, an intro. Then we can all get started.

ah oke. I'll think about it and then this evening I'll post the intro this evening.(sorry, I haven't got much experience with roleplays.)

oke 1st attempt at an intro.

Gerek The Brave. That was how they called him. A Ratskin from the Heroin Family. Enforcers were tired of the Ratskins troubleshooting. An enforcer patrol followed 1 of the rastkins back to their settlement after he was done harvesting spores. Then the 1st shots rang out. He and several other fled. The rest of his family group decided to stay and fight to protect their grounds. He would live in shame. All because he fled. He didn't know if anyone else of his family made it, he was on the run. He knew he had an enforcer patrol at his heels. Gerek dove behind an iron bench, watching for for enforcers. 10 seconds later 5 enforcers ran from behind the corner. Gerek took his Autogun from his back and fired 2 potshots at h them. All of his shots went wild. He cursed himself for going to the bar this day. He was very drunk. He got back up and ran towards a small alley. He dove inside an open door. It worked. The enforcers ran past him. He was safe, for a while. He was standing in a large open space. He saw tents. Dead rodents hung from ropes attached to the tents.
"Ratskins? They would surly accept him in their family."
He walked closer towards the tent. he saw movement at his right. He saw a tall slender alien leaving his tent. He was carrying a ornate crossbow.
"Kroot! I've walked straight into a kroot settlement!."
He rather would have died of a bolter round through his head than to be eaten alive by these cannibals. He turned quickly, running back towards the door where he came from. But 3 steps in front of the door, another Kroot jumped down from the balcony higher up. He knew he had nowhere to run now. He lay his autogun beside him on the ground and kneeled, looking up at the kroot's slender, dreadlocked head. He accepted his death, he was at the mercy of these aliens....................

Hey never played necromunda, and im new to all this, but with a bit of guidance can I join in?

Need to ask Scrazza.

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Elric stalked quietly after that, a blood curdling scream had ripped through his normal grounds of employment, the back streets of Bloodshot.
A pretty normal occurence in the shady alleyways of the underhive settlement, but what followed it was what made him unholster his shotgun.
The next scream wasn't human, and it certainly wasn't friendly. The Ratskins, the Orlocks and the Van Saar negotiators had each told him of the rumours.
Something had been picking off gangers, well two somethings. One lot of dead gangers had been found badly mutilated and with a limb or two missing.
The other was far worse off. Red marks against the wall, blackened skeletons and shredded flesh.
None of Escher had been taken yet, but soon he would be back hunting again. He smelt death, and death had been a kind mistress to him.

MenOfTanith, sure you could join. just take a look in the pdf files gw provides. (the rules for necromunda). They can be found on the gw site at specialist games. Scroll down until you find the fluff of the 6 houses.

A'rk squatted on his haunches, his long slender tongue licking out from between his teeth, tasting the pheromones in the air. He could smell fear, and panic. It appeared that the man he had jsut brought down was frightened of him.

"Listen good. You betray us to tha Arbites. We had good deal. You got scared. We don' like that. Now you die, see?"
the Kroot said slowly, each word pronounced with deliberation.

The man shuddered with terror, an 8ft xenos was next to him, and it was toying with his emotions.

A'rk slowly drew his swords. They were brutal, and there was no finesse about them. They were designed just to chop, and hack, and tear.

"P-please.." stammered the man, sweat beading on his forhead.

The kroot grinned a savage smile, all teeth, and brought the blades down on the man's arms. They came off in a fountain of blood. He screamed.

"We leave you here, yes? make example. No-one mess with us, yes?"

The armless human screamed on, blood pooling around his shoulders, where the flesh was torn.

A'rk picked up one of the arms, and lazily nibbled on the fingers, much to the humans horror. The other limb was chucked to a nearby Hound, which tore at it ravenously.

"See you round." A'rk crowed, as he wandered into the gloom of the underhive.

I'll be the Enforcers in general. I think that would be good for a DM.

Meanwhile In the enforcer garrison of district 36.

Sergeant Soric Ghast (I Know) coordinated the last raid on Ratskin territory. It had taken him the better of 2 and a half months just to track them down. So far, all the raids went successful. Maximum casualties on the ratskins, and minimum casualties on the enforcers. The only real wounded was Kort Alberique. He tripped over a dead ratskin, falling on and breaking his nose.
"typical for Kort. " Ghast thought.
"he'll kill himself with his own nose trimmer one day."
Alheric, came rushing into the command room. Alheric was Ghast's aide.
"Sir." Alheric greeted with a curt nod. " reports came in." "some ratskins made it out of the target zones."
"Feth!" Now it'll take much more longer than planed. Do you know how long we'll need to track them down!?" Soric raged.
"should I order the men to track them?" Alheric asked.
"No, order them back after the last raid. They proved their worth today. dismissed"
"thank you sir" Alheric greeted the sergeant with a curt nod before heading for his cot.
"oh, and send for a doctor for Kort." Ghast yelled behind his back.
"what did he do now?" Alheric asked sarcastically.
"the same as always. He is clumsy."
" I think I have to send him on an early retirement."

I'm back, and if anyone's interested, Glasto was awsome.


Varnak sat up abruptly, before falling back down onto his wooden bed with a hiss of agony. He turned his head and looked at his new bionic arm. Damn Gangers, he thought to himself, no more meat for him for a while. He sat up again, though more, slowly this time. There was still a lot of pain, but Varnak could handle it. He'd had some far more horrific injuries in his time.

He looked around his small shack, and saw something moving in the corner of his room. He smiled, which is something he'd never been anle to do before he came here, as he realised what it was. Sek, his Kroot Bird, ran to his side clumsily, with a huge rat in his mouth. Varnak tore off a piece of meat, and swallowed it down his throat without chewing. It was discusting, but it satisfied his hunger for now, though he needed more. It was time for a hunt. Pulling his crossbow from underneath his bed, he left the shack, with Sek close behind.


How was that?

It was fine, Grimm.

Anyway.. I should probably post soon.. but I've got so much homework and [late] projects for school..ugh.

Hopefully I'll be able to post this weekend .

Elric sat down at the table outside the bar in the main street of Bloodshot. He faced Lizzi, his normal contact within House Escher.
Her bright green hair hung long in a fringe that divided her face. A single stud pierced her nose, and she was unusually irritated.
"I got your vox Liz, what's up in crazy town?"
Lizzi bit her lip. "My head on a pike if you can't keep it down!"
"Sorry."
"About two hour back we lost the life signal on one of our serf recruiters in the Ratskins. Now that's not the problem, what he was carrying is."
She removed a data-slate from her satchel and handed it to him. "New illegal stubber designs. Probably xenos maybe even heretical. We can't
let the scum of Orlock and Goliath get their hands on them or it would create a lot of ... personnel problems for us."
"It wasn't on the body?"
"He was found on Unok Street, both arms missing. Plans were gone."
"I'll do it. Only 50 creds." Lizzi gaped at him.
"Friendly discount and a hope of ... repeat service usage." He winked at her and got up, walking down the nearest alleyway, heading north.

The hooded figure turned slowly, hidden by the shadows, as his target walked past in a hurry. After a few seconds, Leo Wraith quietly began to follow.

Too late. Elric sighed. There were too many enforcers at the scene, he couldn't get anywhere near the site.
He would have to wait, so where better than a block or two down the road? He walked quietly down the alleyway, then turned a corner.
This particular alley was damper than the others, a good sign of local superstition about th place.
He turned down another corner and was surprised by what he saw. A skin tent, and a camp fire with some form of odent cooking on the spit.
He sat down the shadows beside it, watching fo the occupant to come out of the tent.
He heard a clicking noise behind him, and a strange looking bird landed on his shoulder. He jumped back in surprise.
He looked at the bird, who was watching him intently. Then the bird nuzzled against his jacket, squaking happily.
Elric froze as he felt a blade tap agaist his chin. "Sek likes you, that may spare your life."

Varnak hissed as he started to search the mans pockets. It was mostly junk, though there was a small amount of money. 'Could be usefull later,' thought Varnak to himself as he slipped it into his pouch. He smiled contently.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang and a shout behind the pair. Arbites. Varnak kicked his captive across the floor to cover, while at the same time firing of a shot single handed from his crossbow and pulling his heavy stubber off his back. He grinned when he saw one of his enemies fall to the floor with a bolt through his eye-slit.

Varnak dropped to the floor to evade the rain of shotgun pellets flying over his head. He watched as his captive started to return fire. He had an ally, for now. The Kroot stood back up again and shot blasts of fire at the enforcers, but not to a lot of effect. There must have been dozens of them. Varnak wondered why.

It was time for a quick escape. He hissed at the human, before turning and crawling down a damaged ventalation shaft. His captive must of got the message, for the Kroot heard the clattering sound of movement behind him.

2 patrol teams under command of Sergeant Ghast patroled the area around the campsite of the Ratskins. If the reports on surviving ratskins were true, they wouldn't be far off the campsite. when enforcer Falkirk smelled the stink of ratskins and the like, Soric knew they had to be there. the went to a narrow alley. The same where Kort Alheric broke his nose. they saw dead rodents hanging out in a doorway. They halted. Soric took a peep thru a hole in the door. Tents, more dead rodents, and an autogun laying in a corner sporting rat skin.
"Kort, ram that door open. They are some ratskins over there. Go in, blast them with your shotgun."
"go!" ordered Soric.
Kort rammed in the door, rushed through the doorway. Soric, Falkirk, Amadad and Barington followed Kort. With the rest of the combat team at their heels. It was an open space, stinking badly.
"Ratskins....." thought Soric.
Soric saw Kort, who was just 1 meter in front of him, falling backwards, a boltlike arrow in his eye.
"Ironic, he breaks his nose the one day, and he dies the other. All at the same place."
Soric wandered if it were ratskins all right. He knew they were barbarians, but crosbows? the he heard gun shots? He snapped back to reality.
"heavy stubber?"
the shots were raking the door. The men who were just about to move in got back into cover. He was alone with Falkirk, Amadad and Barington.
"take cover!" Soric yelled.
all the men dived into cover just in time to protect themselves against the stubber fire. They were alone now, no help was coming through that door. Ghast took a peep over the large cooking pot he was taking cover behind. He saw a taal alien like being firing his stubber. The alien had dreadlocked hair, and a bird or reptilian look. Soric immediately recognized them as kroot. If he was the only kroot here, soric knew their were more to come. like the ratskins they live in family groups.

The fire stopped. Sorec and his men were not convinced of it and stayed a few moments longer in cover. Then Amadad dared to look.
"sir they are escaping thru the ventilation shaft." Amadad informed Soric and the rest.
"Get up, you three, with me."
"Hey all of you get over here, secure Kort's body and search this place."
We are going after them, they are trying to escape thru the vents."

apologies for not being very dedicated to this RP. But hopefully I'll get my internet sorted out so that I can view the pages properly, and then I'll post much more.

Also, it's 'through', not 'thru'