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Nevorus is a large Penal World but it holds some of the Imperiums worst criminals and even some xenos, each one scum of the Imperium, each one going to spend the rest of their lives trapped. But not all will be order, the local Imperial Guardsmen the Korvax 12th Regiment a brutal and perfect warriors sent to the world to be the worlds guardians, Orkz WAAAGH! lead by Kap'n Lootbagz a true Ork one of the most wanted Ork Bozz and one of the most Lethal raider in the sector, listening to the cries of pain and suffering Chaos flooded from rips from the warp and with them chaos hordes flooded out daemons and the lost alike, With the word of Chaos flooding from the warp the Eldar came to the planet to repeal the true evil of the galaxy. With all these forces on this living hell which force would be conquer this world and who would fall under their boots.



Right i know the beginning is short but it gives you where you are. If you wish to be SM, CSM or Nids send me a PM of your Character and I'll give it a read and tell you if you can use it or not.

Right here is a Character Sheet:

Name:
Age:
Bio:
Equipment:
Weapons:
Appearance:

Example (Me):

Name: Sycil
Age: Unknown rumours say 3000 years old.
Bio: Sycil has been a deadly foe against the Imperium for years, his warriors rape, kill and pillage everyone and everything each world he has attack is left with scars and it's people always mutter one name 'Sycil' each one that survived knows of the terror he has spread. Warriors who have been in battle against him believe he is unkillable each warrior that has struck him and destroyed him have died hours later each one the same way, their faces frozen in terror and their rib-cage ripped open, everytime foes see Sycil they turn away in fear and dread. Now Sycil has stepped foot on Nevorus each foe he finds will feel his hate and all women will have no where to hide from his vile tastes.
Equipment: Daemonic armour, Daemonic spell book and mark of Slaanesh.
Weapons: Boltgun and Power sword.
Powers (If psyker): Acquiescence and Gift of Chaos
Appearance:


If you want to add anything just post it.

Join if you want and if you do Have fun!

Characters
Player: black templar
Name: Sycil
Age: Unknown rumours say 3000 years old.
Bio: Sycil has been a deadly foe against the Imperium for years, his warriors rape, kill and pillage everyone and everything each world he has attack is left with scars and it's people always mutter one name 'Sycil' each one that survived knows of the terror he has spread. Warriors who have been in battle against him believe he is unkillable each warrior that has struck him and destroyed him have died hours later each one the same way, their faces frozen in terror and their rib-cage ripped open, everytime foes see Sycil they turn away in fear and dread. Now Sycil has stepped foot on Nevorus each foe he finds will feel his hate and all women will have no where to hide from his vile tastes.
Equipment: Daemonic armour, Daemonic spell book and mark of Slaanesh.
Weapons: Boltgun and Power sword.
Powers (If psyker): Acquiescence and Gift of Chaos
Appearance:



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Player: thenoobbomb
Name: Lieutenant Dexter, Korvax 12th Regiment Platoon Alpha, right hand of Colonel Valkhorst
Age: 31
Bio: Lieutenant Dexter has made a fast carreer in the Imperial Guard. He started as a conscript in the Korvax 12th, born in the cold and harsh reaches on the northern part of Korvax. He is cold-blooded, fast, and some say even a tactical genius. It is said he has never fled from the battlefield (untrue, he and his platoon have made several 'tactical retreats'), and he is surprisingly good in close combat. As a veteran, he was noticed by the Regiment's leader, Colonel Valkhorst. As the former officer of Platoon Alpha got Killed In Action, Dexter got the position, and since that day he goes to war, as officer of the Korvax 12th.
Equipment: Flak armour, meltabombs, , frag & krak grenades, always accompanied by his retinue.
Weapons: Chainsword,boltpistol, lasgun
Appearance: Tall, muscular, blue eyes, blond hair.

Name: Lieutenant Dexter, Korvax 12th Regiment Platoon Alpha, right hand of Colonel Valkhorst
Age: 31
Bio: Lieutenant Dexter has made a fast carreer in the Imperial Guard. He started as a conscript in the Korvax 12th, born in the cold and harsh reaches on the northern part of Korvax. He is cold-blooded, fast, and some say even a tactical genius. It is said he has never fled from the battlefield (untrue, he and his platoon have made several 'tactical retreats'), and he is surprisingly good in close combat. As a veteran, he was noticed by the Regiment's leader, Colonel Valkhorst. As the former officer of Platoon Alpha got Killed In Action, Dexter got the position, and since that day he goes to war, as officer of the Korvax 12th.
Equipment: Flak armour, meltabombs, , frag & krak grenades, always accompanied by his retinue.
Weapons: Chainsword,boltpistol, lasgun
Appearance: Tall, muscular, blue eyes, blond hair.

Welcome Noob.

I'll play as him, since the Colonel is doing other manly things on the planet, like sutting in a bunker watching holograms.

If we get two more people then we will start.

'Great. This whole prison is empty, sir.'
Lieutenant Dexter looked at the soldier.
'That means they're either somewhere else or dead and somewhere else.'
'Yes sir. What are we going to do now?'
'You could start by looking to the sky.'
Eldar ships moved through the air, with inhuman speed.
'Corperal Hemsky, contact the Colonel. Tell him the Eldar are near our positions and that this prison is empty. Ask him our orders.'
'Yes sir.' The vox caster would walk a bit from the group of guardsmen and followed his orders.
Dexter turned to the soldier who had reported him on the prison's state.
'Find out if any soldiers have gone missing. Oh, and tell the ladies to stay vigilant. This ain't a nice, friendly world.'

On the ash covered field of the penal world there was silence not even a single sound was heard no wind, no screams nothing. Suddenly crackles echoed then a mighty roar as a warp portal ripped open and from it swarms of daemons crawled, flew and clawed there way through to reality in front of them all was a dark figure that would take this world for his dark god...Sycil his weapons by his side and his armour glowing with dark power.
"Warriors! This world will be a price for Slaanesh and we will be the ones to give it to him! Now set up camp here!" Sycil ordered his troops, he walked away from the portal and looked over to the might Prison miles away.
"I can smell there fear. Especally their women they fear the damned souls that rot in cells, but they will fear us!" Sycil cackled as his warriors made there camp.
"My lord will there be more allies to assist us in the assault?" A turned guardsman asked his face covered by a mask.
"We will see if any have the spine too!" The dark lord replied.

Not sure whether I should join...

Chaos and my RP characters always go a little awry...

I want to though...

Your more then welcome Blap. I think your character will fit in well.

'Colonel's orders are to stay here and wait untill reinforcements.'
'How long will that take?'
'May take a few days, they're pulling menn from the frontlines. When the reinforcements arrive, we are to attack those Eldar, if they're still here.'
'Yeah, if... Man the walls. We are digging in.'
Guardsmen would walk towards the walls and deploy there, along with heavy weapons. The Leman Russ Vanquisher they had with them moved to the gate to stand guard there.

The soldier returned to the lieutenant.
'No men have gone missing, sir.'
'That's atleast one positive thing.'
'But..'
'But? What?'
'All weapons in the guardhouse have gone missing'
'So there's a possible escape?'
'Yes sir.'
'Great,, just what we need...'

Model : Storm trooper
Name : Fenrir Asator.
Age : 29
Background : Born in the far north of the world into the harsh life that waits all those who are born in that ever frozen realm. He was inducted into the Imperial Guard after displaying a uncanny skill with both blade and gun. Once enrolled he soon begun making a name for himself as he showed his talent for wet work, the day he rose to fame was when after his squad had been decimated by traitor fire, the lone man picked himself up and crept trough no mans land and knocked out two heavy weapon positions before locating and killing the enemy officer in charge of the section. After doing so he doused the blood splattered command bunker in Amasec, and with a flare gun set it a blaze.
Weapons : Hellgun, las pistiol and frag/krak grenades plus a combat blade
Appearence : Pale as snow, dark brown hair and battleship grey eyes

Now let's try...

Name: Sorjik Vlachen
Age: 24
Bio: Sorjik was born to a feral family on Thaust, a frozen, desolate rock in space that only those who had the guidance of the natives could survive upon. Early in his life, he had shown great potential to become a powerful warrior, having killed a Dweller Ape nearly twice the size of him with his bare hands. When the Emperor's Wolves chapter came through looking for recruits, Sorjik was chosen, named and underwent the long sequence to become a space marine. He is now a scout for the company, a very bold, fearless and ferocious assaulter with little regard for teamwork or personal safety.
Equipment: Scout Armour.
Weapons: Combat Knife, Flamer
Appearance:

Sorjik paced through the prison at speed. He had been garrisoned on the planet at the time, and had been informed about the location of the guardsmen and the rift. He came to where the Lieutenant was reported to be; as the highest authority at the facility, he needed to speak with him immediately to inform him about the type of enemy they were fighting. It wasn't just Eldar that had landed, and because of the nature of this threat the information needed to be transferred securely. He came to the room where the Lieutenant was stationed, to meet him talking to another guardsmen.
"Lieutenant Dexter, I need to tell you something."
"Spit it out, I've got bigger problems."
"Lieutenant, this information must be relayed to you and you alone. Could you please ask this soldier to leave?"

'Do as he says.'
The guardsman walked out.
'Marine. What brings you here, and where are your squadmates, since I assume you are not alone. Also, if you want to be sure noone hears us, we should get inside.'
He nodded to the door of a cel.

Glad you guys have joined. Have fun.

 thenoobbomb wrote:
'Do as he says.'
The guardsman walked out.
'Marine. What brings you here, and where are your squadmates, since I assume you are not alone. Also, if you want to be sure noone hears us, we should get inside.'
He nodded to the door of a cel.

"Very well."
They strode into the cell and closed the heavy door behind them.
"My squad is currently setting out on patrols. We have been briefed, and I shall soon join them. However, there is a major matter of importance. A warp rift has recently opened on this planet, and we have confirmation that the servants of Chaos have been sighted. Lieutenant, we are under attack from daemons."
"Are you sure it wasn't just the Eldar entering? I've heard stories of them travelling through portals..."
"Lieutenant, it is confirmed."

'Allright.. Daemons.' he nodded as he started to realise what happened.
'Do you have numbers, allegience, positions, anything that can be of use? Only Daemons, or other traitors too? Damn this. I'll need to inform the colonel about this soon.'

He prepared to open the door of the cell, but waited for the answer.

Sycil stud and looked over his camp all his warriors were sitting around make-shift fires or fighting with eachother, Sycil knew that they wanted to feel a woman's flesh after their long wait in the warp marching through the warp felt like it was eternal. Suddenly one of the cultist came running towards Sycil, the dark lord spun round and grabbed the weak mortal by the throat.
"What do you want?" Sycil hissed as he dropped the mortal.
"My lord we saw the prison and it is filled with the lap dogs of the false Emperor. What would you have us do?" The cultist asked not lifting his head from the ground.
"Lead two squads against the wall and test their defences!" The dark lord replied with a evil chuckle.
"But my lord we will be slaughtered!" The mortal muttered lifting his head up.
"You disobay me? Then I will Judge your fate!" Sycil growled lifting his hand above the cultist. The mortal began to wimper and plead for his life, but the dark lord never stopped.
"You fate has been judged.........You will be impailed then burned to send a message." Sycil's voice boomed as two damned guardsmen dragged the screaming man away.
"You! Your leading the assualt now go!" The dark lord hissed to a different guardsmen.
"Yes lord! Right everybody move out!" The Guardsmen said as he walked off to asault the prison.

 thenoobbomb wrote:
'Allright.. Daemons.' he nodded as he started to realise what happened.
'Do you have numbers, allegience, positions, anything that can be of use? Only Daemons, or other traitors too? Damn this. I'll need to inform the colonel about this soon.'

He prepared to open the door of the cell, but waited for the answer.

"The Colonel was informed immediately after confirmation. Due to the nature of the enemy, we cannot disclose any further information, but due to the nature of Daemons, it is unlikely much useful information can be recovered. Keep a stern watch over your men, as the presence of chaos easily sways them into it's grasp. Keep them loyal to the Emperor. You must only tell them that they are fighting a heretic force for now."
The Lieutenant opened the door.
"Lieutenant, are there any tasks that I could aid you with? If not, I shall head out to patrols immediately."

'There's not a lot you can do for us here. You should return to the patrols. We'll tell the men they're going to fight heretics.'
He walked outside, noticing commotion among the men.
'What's going on?!'
'Soldiers heading our way, sir!'
'Enemies?'
'We think so.'
'Open fire, all men, battle stations, NOW!'

Sorjik heard the shouting and bolted through the corridor, activating the vox caster.
"The prison is under assault now! Get over here!"
A brief second passed, then a variety of grunts came through the vox in agreement. Sorjik took out his Flamer, primed the canister, and leaped to the bottom floor through a stairwell.
"Get your arms ready! Incoming!"

'You there, find out where the fug those stormtroopers are! Fire as you're trained to do, damnit! Have faith in the Emperor!'
He kept on shouting, barking out order after order. He loaded his bolt pistol, readied his chainsword, and took aim. Corporal Hemsky grabbed a vox caster and started repeating the lieutenant's orders to those on the rooftop, via vox.

OOC: I'm gonna assume they are guardsmen attacking, correct?

OOC: Traitor guards and cultists combined.

Sycil could hear the cracks of lasguns and the cries to the dark gods, the warrior of the false Emperor would open fire soon slaughtering most of the his followers but it was a easy sacrifce.
"My lord there is a strange tribe on this world. What do you want us to do?" A messenger said to the dark lord.
"How do the survive in this hell?" Sycil said turning towards the warrior.
"They live in a cave system not far from here. They are perfect for our pleasure and sacrifice." The mortal man said.
"Then we will have them." The dark lord replied as he headed back to the camp. He headed towards the assault transports each one had chaos markings.
"Ready the Chimeras!" He ordered climbing into one of the tainted tank.
"The primative mortals will be my slaves!"

20 men in purple clothes, some in tight, contorting robes and some in armour, marched over the hill. Volleys of Las-fire began to roar from the armoured traitors guns, while the cultists ran towards the prison, chanting heathen phrases. Sorjik began to order the guardsmen at the ground.
"AIM AT THE CULTISTS! THE ONES ABOVE WILL DEAL WITH THE TRAITORS!"
Sorjik took out his flamer, with his knife fixed to the end, and charged.

'Always knew Astartes were just plain suicidal..' Dexter muttered to himself. He opened fire with his bolt pistol on the traitors. The entire platoon was here, he saw as he counted the numbers. Only the stormtroopers weren't there. They had comee with them. If they would be 'making the ladies feel safe' again, he would personally make himself some new boots from their flesh..

Waves of fire engulfed the cultists that Sorjik could catch, but many of them were so lithe that they could jump over or slide under. Many just ran past. Some that were caught walked through the flames with only minor burns, still driven by the frenzy.
Sorjik turned around, stunned, before being hit with a high-power shot in the back of his armour, punching a clean hole through the carapace armour and melting part of his fatigues. He quickly turned around again, finding the guardsman who had shot him and running directly towards him, slugging off a great many shots before leaping and planting the knife directly between the traitor's eyes, then looked around as the rest of the squad pounced on him with knifes and lasguns. He thrashed, helplessly, kicking one in the chest and killing them, but quickly had himself pinned down and his armour being slashed. He struggled to dislodge one, so he could attack them.

'FIX BAYONETS!'
As one, the guardsmen mounted their bayonets on their lasguns.
'Charge! For glory!!'
The guardsmen all ran towards the remaining traitors, still firing their lasgunns. Those with flamers readied their knives and prepared to burn the mutants.

OOC: Rp'ing on your phone ain't easy.

A stray las-shot hit a traitor in the head, stunning him momentarily. Sorjik grabbed him and hurled him at the other guardsmen at his feet, knocking them down. He jumped back to his feet, bringing the one that had pinned down his other hand to the floor, cracking his head open on impact. Quickly dropping onto the guardsmen he had knocked down, he began to pummel them into the ground.

Dexter's chainsword bit deep in the cultist. His bolt pistol blasted apart the head of. a second one. He pulled his chainsword out of the bloody pulp that were the remains of the cultist's body. Everywhere around him guardsmen got stuk in the melee, stabbing and slashing with their bayonets at the traitors.