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I'm thinking about running a DH game here and on Skype with a twist... it will be a team of criminals with no connection to the Inquisition. Characters will have backstories skewed to explain how they ended up down on their luck in the underhive, which modifications for starting equipment and resources to match.

Interested? PM me here on Dakka.

If this was run at a store or a persons house this would be great! I'm not into skype run RPGs, but the best of luck. Let me know how it works out.

I've considered a live game for the northern VA area. If anyone knows a good place to recruit for players there, feel free to PM.

If you were anywhere near the UK I would be winging my way to this. Best of luck though and look forward to reading the results .

I'm in.
I like this idea.

I've given my character sheet.

Now to wait for any other interested parties.

You guys seem to need a little encouragement...

here's a taste.

St. Gustavus Lled Hive , of Planet Clove
Segmentum Pacificus – Calixis Sector- Malfian Sub Sector

The hive of St. Gustavus has everything a modern Imperial Hive should have, a triumph of quality of life. Its design, like half a deep volcano split in half from above, opens towards the morning sun and overlooks a large ocean. Warm ocean breezes blow the haze away from the city in the mornings, and at night yachts and low orbital pleasure cruisers light up the sky. St. Gustavus is a city of commerce, entertainment, arts, and law. Three Billion Humans call St. Gustavus home. It’s a hive where the wealthy of the Malfian sub Sector vacation, and some even make their homes, because of the warm climate and the sea. It is a hub of high society.

However, underneath the surface, St. Gustavus runs on the lives of humans, and it takes a lot of lives for a hive to run this well. Many flock to pursue dreams, and many fail. The privileged few fill local news, each of them vying to out-spend, out-party, and out-consume the others. Excess is a sign of happiness in St. G, or so it would seem. For every wealthy noble, popular gladiator, or famous musician or poet, there are millions who can only glimpse the power and wealth from afar.

Entertainment is at an obsessive level in St. G. Gladiatorial combat is the latest fad, and had ruled popular culture for 300 years. Every imaginable variety of combat can be found, from drug crazed criminals tearing each other apart with bare hands for a reduced sentence, to professional hunters killing terrifying animals, to professional teams who compete in races in armed cars and flyers. People kill, and people die, and the promoters get rich.

Second only to the fighting, St. G. is obsessed with music and poetry. The more violent, vulgar, and shocking the sound, the better. Poets and fighters are recruited from the underhive, in an obsessive search for “authentic St. G” words or music. The upper hives revel in the mindless savagery of the underhive life, and it’s not uncommon for rich young people to wander into the depths looking for a fight to show how tough they are. The lucky or smart bring high tech weapons, or a security team. The foolish never return.
St. G is also a city of crime. It’s middle hive levels teeter on the edge of both the super rich upperhives, as well as the savage cruelty of the lower hives. Gangs in the lower hives deal in drugs, slaves, underground gladiators, and here-tech. The upper hive criminals deal in political corruption, shady business, xenos artifacts, and the exploitation of the masses. Everything is for sale in St. G, they say.

Criminal trials are considered great sport, and a professional gambling circuit services bets on trials, going so far as to handicap routine motions, trial dates, and numbers of exhibits. Entire industries surround training “Lawtiators”; slick, smart experts in Imperial minutia, who can make the Emperor himself seem to be at fault for minor traffic violations. The Lawtiators have ingrained themselves into hive society with bribes and corruption, and handle most of the legal administration of the hive itself.

St. G. is surrounded by an ocean to the west, vast mountains to the north, and a desert to the east. The mountains are home to some of the largest private estates on the planet, with some estates taking up entire mountains. Massive yachts race and fish in the sea, and some of those ship smuggle or are hijacked. The desert is a PDF training ground, where artillery, planetary bombardment, and lance strike target practice goes on. Every week the desert is smashed to atoms all over again. A lot of problems end in that desert.

The southern hemisphere is home to a lower tech human society. A massive overgrown continent is covered in jungles, where thousands of people live, farm, hunt, and try to survice. Those people, long forgotten by the planetary authorities, are constantly trying to get into St. G. for food, jobs, medical treatment, and transport off the planet. St. G’s Arbites and PDF guard access to the hive jealously out of fear of diseases thought to be common among the jungle dwellers.

The wealthy make frequent trips to the jungle to hunt large game animals, or the local people, or to search for ancient ruins. Archeoadepts believe the planet was once colonized by humans and xenos, who seemingly lived together, but this madness came to a logical end at some point, and nothing but shattered ruins remain buried deep underground, covered in thick trees and vines.

Your family could have been something, they could have made it out, off planet, or to the middle hives, but your ties to your home and people are strong. You live in the lower hives, a victim of cruel fate. Gang wars, a massive Arbites raid, and a hivequake have decimated the largest factions in your area, and now no one in in charge.

Now it’s your turn to carve out a piece of territory for yourself. You only have your family and your friends you can trust. The rest of this hive only understands money, power, and the barrel of a gun. You’re poor, You’re hungry, and you will bend your world to your will. This is your chance. What will you make of this place?

Oh hang it, I'm in. I can probably manage playing in this game and GMing the other two groups. This looks damn interesting as well.

How many players will you want (and am I allowed to attempt to recruit them to our main group?) before the game starts?

I'm looking for at least 3. We have two now. I'll post a link to this page on our Skype.

Sadly my group plays in the southwest of VA, otherwise if I lived in the area I would be quite open to a game.

Hope it goes well for ya.

I'll bite

This game has enough players to begin. Tune in soon to the beginning of the saga.

I'll stab you

when I said we were had enough people, I lied. Feel free to PM me with questions.