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This thread serves as the discussion thread for the Eye of Chaos RPG, this is simply to discus the RPG and not for Off-topic discussions.


NPC's

Name: The Employers
Age: Unknown
Wargear: unknown
Race: Daemon
Powers and abilities: Extremely strong psychic and energy powers
servants: Large numbers of Chaos Warbands, the 13

Chaos dedication: Each Employer serves one of the four Chaos Gods
The Employers are a group of four Daemons who constantly tamper and change the lives of mortals for entertainment or their goals, each serves one of the four great Chaos Powers and is an extremely powerful being that has legions of warriors at its dispose. The Employers rarely do their work themselves and use a group of 13 Daemons who fulfil their orders and if they fail they are feasted on.
The Employers devour the essence and souls of powerful psyches and will happily conduct this process on failures, many of their servants are kept in line by the fear of this vile and horrid end....

Name: Syrath
Age: Unknown
Wargear: Twin set of blades
Race: ascended Daemon , formally Eldar
Powers and abilities: Sorcery and Regeneration
servants: None
Chaos dedication: Tzeentch, Chaos Undivivded

Syrath is an evil being, driven mad and insane after 10,000 years of service to Chaos and the Employers. He corrupted many great heroes and has delivered many sectors to the dark gods but on Fernis Syrath failed to destroy the Space Wolves and was banished by the Employers, they failed to truly smite the Daemon and he survived but at a coast.
Syrath now seeks to get revenge on his former masters and will assist anyone seeking to kill them but he knows this is no easy task and he will face stiff resistence from his former masters...

Character sheet
Name:
Age:
Wargear:
Race:
Powers and abilities:
servants:
Background:

Warbands

You're character may have a war-band of up to nine members how each fill a different and unique role, each member is a NPC and requires a profile. Members may be replaced and can be controlled by the game master. Here is an example

Kain: Gunner

Aminus: Sniper

Kronu: Gunner

Krathoucl: Heavy Weapons specialist



Araghos

The planet Arghos is located deep in the Eye of Terror, a bleak world of oceans of blood and fortresses of Chaos Space Marines and Daemons. War is rife and constant and is fulled by the many War-bands of Chaos Space Marines and Chaos Cults on the planet. You may seek to rule or escape the world but ether way ,its survival of the strongest and most powerful warrior.

Commoragh

The Dark city of the Eldar can be accessed but only the bravest and strongest would dare even go near the City of Shadows, characters may enter Commoragh and are restricted to a certain area where they may recruit allies and buy exotic items but beware of its evil and sinister inhabitants.

Players
Nocturnes Wrath

Warband;

Leader: lotus (female)
Job: culexus exterminator.
Equipement: animus. Death strings . Memory blades. Mind flayer. Gauntlet of ang'rash. (Turnable) kiss of death. Holosuit double hotshot pistols.

Sniper: hades.(male)
Job:vindicare deathbringer
Equipement: bullets exitus rifle and gun stealth suit spymask

Informant: helios(male)
Job: "dont know the name of the clade" infocyte
Equip: hackstuff and info companions "cyborg" rats and birds.

Infiltrant: rogue (changeable but prefers female)
Job: callidus infiltrator
Equipement: memory blades grenades and shapeshift stimulants

Melee: oni (male)
Job: eversor operative
Equipement: neuro gauntlet. Bolt/needler. Drug system and his trademark (a huge claymore like blade)

Medic/poison specialist: cobra (female)
Job: venemus poisener
Equipement: her personal lab. And needler


WARORK93

Name: Beltayn "The Jackal" Cuthalion

Age: 305

Race: Eldar

Affiliation: Mercenary

Designation: Pathfinder (Ranger Exarch)

Appearance: At a glance, Beltayn looks nothing more than a tall human, but upon closer examination he is so much more. Wiry limbs bely his physical strength and dexterous hands and feet. His make and structure gives one hte sense of dlicacy and fragility, a first impression that often has his enemies underestimate his agility and speed. The few things that can be used to seperate him from most men can be found by looking at his face. Long silver hair grows over his scalp and his sunken eyes are misty blue in color and can hold an ice cold stare like no human can. Other than the slight nuances in his facial features that set him apart from the reest of humanity there are the long, leaf shaped ears that denote him as one of the Eldar race. His skin is pale and gaunt and one of his most notable features is the system of intricately laced tatoos, set in deep blue, that criss cross over the right side of his face and neck; honor marks from the many hunts he has accomplished over his long life.

Personality: Beltayn possesses a wit that is as cold as his eyes. His voice is seldom heard as he only speaks when he feels it is necessary, such is a habit of one who has been a hunter for the past three centuries. He prefers to be clad most of the time in his practical hunter's garb, the same clothing he wars under the mesh combat armor and Cameleoline cloak he wears while on the job. Beltayn disdains the use of heavy armor and advanced technology, prefering to use his natural ability and har won skill to best his prey. Beltayn has walked the path of the outcast for three centuries and to this day he still feels the call of that path, urging him to attempt greater and greater feats of predatory talent in order to gain honor for himself and those around him. Beltayn is cold an near unapproachable from the outside to most and is content that a vast majority of other beings leave him be. He has, however, acquired a few acquaintances along his chosen path, some closer than others, his sense of honor is everything to him and he will do all in his power to either save or increase it.

Beltayn is a hunter by nature and seeks to personify the word in every sense of its meaning. He has killed thousands of times in his life, both enemy, target, and game. He is a master of every type of killing art that requires a touch of finesse and silence. He is both able to kill from unseen places far away or up close just an arm's length away. His experience has taught him how to anticipate, how to be one step ahead of the prey at all times and as such he is adept at the art of ambush. In short, Beltayn is a killer, it doesn't matter how hard or easy it is to kill something, if it needs to die, he'll find a way to do it.

Bio: Beltayn spent his young life aboard the craftworld of Alaitoc, his first name meaning "Young and mighty" his second meaning "Strongbow." In fact, he was known by his second name until he left the craftworld for his skill in marksmanship. There, from an early age he was pressured to strictly follow his chosen path, such is the tradition of that Craftworld. Like a few youths of his generation, he was unhappy with this strict adherence to laws and sought a more free life amongst the stars, he felt too constricted and so followed the Path of the Outcast, travelling to many Exodite worlds as he learned the way of his path. He's hunted big and small game, both rare and common, all across the galaxy, in every corner. He prides himself on remembering every single hunt he's ever been on and as such he can recall the exact number of any species or type of enemy he's killed. He has with him a leather strap which is attatched to the stock of his modified long rifle which holds many fangs, teeth, or other bones which all used to belong to every animal he has ever hunted. He also wears a necklace with several hogteeth (the bullet heads of sniper rifle hard rounds), each has a number engraved on it denoting the number of the kill and each marks a time in which he bested another marksman in combat. Other than this, Beltayn has ritualistically kept many small unseen habits while on the job that his employers never ask about, being happy that the job has been done to their satisfaction.

In the underworlds of many planets, Beltayn has acquired the nickname "The Jackal" a name which he finds stupid and petty but utilizes to his advantage. The name, he has found, inspires fear amongst anyone who would be his enemy and generally makes him a more imposing figure to those around him. Though seperated from his homeworld, he still has a loyalty and pride to his people and will not do anything to willingly harm innocents as a whole. He may be a mercenary but he does have standards. Before he became a freelance worker, he was often a soldier, fighting on behalf of the forces of his craftworld and assisting Eldar ground forces with his skills and talents. Wherever he treads, enemies fear his reach, his name is both a device with which to identify an unidentifiable danger and a weapon of psychological warfare.

Equipment: Most importantly is his black cameleoline cloak which has aged with him over the years and functions to hide him from even the most scrutinous eyes. A heavily modified Ranger long rifle he sang himself out of wraithbone, it is the only piece of his gear he has ever personified, calling it "Ralion", his people's name for the longbow. He has customized it to fit his habits and function to perfect his abilities in the art of long range death. The barrel has been lengthened bith to increase accuracy and to accomadate the atypical, highpowered shot he uses. The firing mechanism has also been modified similarly for the same reasons. The rifle has adjustable power settings and multi vision optics, its stock and furniture, while holding his trophies, also has had many Eldar runes engraved onto it, all of which are dedicated to giving the weapon resilience and unerring accuracy. His trusty shuriken pistol has also been modified from the standard to fit his style. It is more compact and has been customized for quick firing, accuracy, and silence. He also carries a combo of a monomolecular wraithbone sabre which has also been etched with runes of power as well as a matching dual edged dagger that is usually held in tandem with the single sided sabre. Other than weapons he carries little equipment or provisions besides his rangefinder binoculars and other such pieces which aid him on his hunts.

Tyranic Marta

Name: Ludias Storm to those close to him. Delta 571 to strangers

Age: 37

Race: Human (Genetically enhanced)

Faction: Mercenary

Appearance: Ludias has an almost perfect body; through his genetic reconstruction he has well defined muscle tones and powerful limbs. His wavy light brown hair and blue grey eyes are endearing as is his soft melodic voice. His lightly tanned skin and large powerful hands and shoulders all give him an aura of strength and resilience. But at the same time he has a grace about him that isn’t often seen. His movements are economical and his body is regulated on how much energy he expends doing tasks. This easy grace and light-footedness make him an excellent dancer and he uses this trait to mingle with the upper classes of society in even this war torn millennium.

Personality: His soft voice and easy grace betray a kind of ease about him. A self assuredness that makes people warm quickly to him and listen to his words. This charisma allows him to quickly gain information where he needs it. Ludias is a warm person, his general camaraderie lets him make friends of all shapes and sizes but he also has many enemies. These enemies are often the friends and family of his marks. Ludias doesn’t care as soon as he leaves what ever planet he was on he is often safe, very few of the people he kills have the friends with resources to avenge them. As a person he is usually kind and has a well tempered personality that allows people to warm to him easily this has given him a certain air of charm that people are attracted to like bees to honey. And his business partner Beltayn has known him long enough to know that he is really a good person under the mask. His charms would have led many women into his arms if he had let them but he is too smart to let anyone get to close. He has many enemies and he trusts only those who he knows he can.

However, as soon as his custom made snipers mask covers his face he becomes a different person. It’s almost as if a completely different personality takes control of the usually jovial man. When he is on the job he is cold and ruthless he never thinks twice about the kill, he just kills, but he is extremely loyal and will fight to the death to protect his closest friends. His perfectly honed mind is always centered on the job at hand. He revels in the chase and the sting, the power that his hand crafted Exitus rifle, and its pistol twins, (Yes two of them) give him. For him there is nothing more satisfying than the pull of his rifles trigger and the muted sound of his latest construction whirring towards his foe,

Ludias is an inventor his bullets, his rifle, even his suit and mask, have been tailored by him to suit his requirement. To become a perfect killer to become the one thing that ever civilization in the world fears, death itself. Every bullet is designed for its mark. Designed to exploit the weaknesses in his foe and make use of chinks in his her or even its armour. He has fired electromagnetic rounds that have torn apart the armoured carapace of Necron lords; he has fired biochemical rounds that have dissolved the internal organs of a raging Tyranid bioform; he has fired a single round that tore to shreds the armoured hulk of a chaos land raider entering through the exhaust port and then detonating destroying the engine from within which then exploded and tore the warriors inside to shreds. Of course these special rounds are only reserved for the most important of Marks, the rounds he uses for every day shooting are often mundane and ordinary, but they always have some kind of additional weapon against whatever he is firing at, for Ludias has fought had almost all of the sentient species of the galaxy between his sights or in his scope. And so he always has a bullet for the job, often dozens of bullets. His pistols have similar attention lavished on them; their rounds are one of a kind. Well... to say one of a kind suggests that they are unique, more to the point they are unique in the way that Ludias is the only one who knows their design no matter that he has several clips of identical rounds on a belt round his waist. These rounds incorporate a two part toxin/acid in them, that doesn’t mix until the special ceramic core of each bullet shatters. When this virulent mixture fuses together it can melt dissolve or liquefy everything from the living metal of the Necrons to the bone breastplate of a space marine.

History: Ludias grew up an orphan; he never knew the loving touch of parents. Some of his closest friends and business associates think that this is why he still kills, that drive inside him that forces him to take another’s life stems from him never having felt anything but lifelessness in his existence. So now he strives to give to the galaxy the only love he ever knew; the raw terror of being on the wrong end of his trigger finger. The pure adrenaline that comes from knowing that you are in the scope of the galaxies most feared human marksman is a rare experience because most of his targets never know, and Ludias never misses. The reason he is so cold is because his parents were killed when he was young; a crude autogun slaughtering them both in the hands of a two bit killer hired by a fanatical cultist of chaos. Ludias grew up with only the knowledge of the weapon that killed his parents and he, frankly, is insulted that such a crude simple weapon took his family away from him. From the time Ludias realized this he has sought to create the perfect killing weapon, a weapon so finely honed to the art of death that its every function is economical and efficient enough that from the moment he sights his target he can load a cold round and take the shot within half a second. His rifle is the result of 34 years of development towards this goal. A cold round is a bullet fired from a rifle when its barrel is cool, and so not moving with the action of its components and thus, less accurate. His rifle is so perfectly accurate and perfectly balanced that the finely honed weapon is capable of firing a cold round at 1800 meters and still hit a coin on its cross section. The weapon is also crafted exactly for him and him alone, anyone else trying to use the weapon would find it uncomfortable and unwieldy.

Ludias has discovered that his weapon is unique in more ways than one. The rifle of a traditional Vindicare assassin has something that his doesn’t, a self destruct. If a vindicare goes out of line then his high command can remove his most prized possession from him. This freedom gives Ludias an unimaginable advantage, and he is hired because of this. He can strike anytime, anywhere and against any target. And he is answerable to none because none know who he is. He never gives his name only his serial number, to business partners. Only his Friends get his name. And only one can link the man behind the mask to the mask itself Beltayn. Because of this advantage Ludias takes his rifle all over the galaxy and with it he moves from job to job giving his services out in return for technologies that he can use to improve his equipment. By far the best trade he ever got was exactly 19 years ago. His body was almost completely reconstructed from its base components by a creature he had never seen the likes of before and in return Ludias only had to kill one creature; a dark eldar by the name of Griodial Nambecus. That one shot, one cold round gave him the best gift he could ever receive; the gift of a body that would not grow old and betray his mind with weakness.

Ludias has trained himself for years; his body has become no more than a tool, an instrument of perfection for him to express his views through, these views are often expressed from behind the scope of his Rifle. In the last 4 years or so Ludias has been partnered with Beltayn an Eldar Pathfinder, who has become one of Ludias' closest friends, and if Ludias is really honest with himself, the only friendship he has ever been able to hold down amidst the ever shifting view his life has had.

Reason for being in the Eye of Terror: Ludias takes out what are known as blind ops. He doesn’t know who the target is until he has them in his sights, this stops him from getting attached to the target until its to late for him to change his mind. Recently he was tasked with taking out a mark in the rim world of Martos Prime. Only when he reached the planet and hooked up with his friend Beltayn did he realize that both he and his friend had been given contracts to take each other out. Flatly refusing to kill each other they fled into the eye of terror to avoid the full wrath of their respective clients.

Equipment: Custom Made Exitus rifle and Twin Exitus Pistols. Also his Stealth suit and enhancer mask are custom made. His hand crafted Bullets are a result of his own skill and the tool kit he has aboard his personal ship, an old two seated interceptor he made himself. The ship has only a pair of quads but is very fast and small. It also has its own stealth field, and radar jamming devices. Ludias has at some point installed an interstellar drive which allows him to make short subspace "Hops". The drive is a modified version of the one the Tau use to propel their much larger craft. These short "Hops" Allow Ludias to jump from solar system to solar system quickly, but the drive needs a significant amount of time to recharge. (Note I can’t ever see him using the drive I just put it in to explain how he can lead such a "Solo" life away from capital ships that can take him places.)

I don;t see Kais here...

Did you create a profile? Sorry I forgot if you did.

I dunno but this RP just got awkward really fast... :/

Yeah we need to get back on track, I'll create an event to help get the story back on track.

-.- you guys really shouldnt piss my characters of. Someone does it in every RP. It was Noccy in the last one, noccy in the one before that, shas in this one, Evaelc in Raknoll, Ugh.

Youve all seen the results and no shas that post was not full of goddmodding. I have, (neumerous) times detailed my character so that the actions I just did would not appear as such. I treated that whole thing like a close combat. Ludias would have had higher initiative that Hunter, and has a power weapon. Easily capable of killing him like that and we have never seen Hunter use or have an Invulnerable. The Tau are useless in Close combat and would have dropped like flies, high powered weapons or no. Vindicare assassins have (From Memory) a 4+ invulny, quite capable of shrugging of a couple of shots from a pulse rifle or a rail rifle. Additionally you will notice that Ludias did not get out unscathed. He was quite severly wounded. Additionally. His entire body has been engineered to perfectiona nd his mind along with it, by a Haemonculous. Thus I see no issue with him being able to sprint forwards maybe 3 steps to get to the Shas'o before the rail rifle could recharge. They arnt exactly rapid fire weapons.

If this awkwardness doesnt shrug itslef of then im just going to get Ludias killed and leave. Shas... Sorry mate, i never intended for this to happen. But in all honesty it wasnt totally my fault, you reacted a little over the top to me fighting Syrath. I mean cmon, hunter can just call him back and its not like Syrath is unable to talk.

And WARORK... I know what I did was dumb and thanks for sticking with Ludias... But in all honesty I felt justified so...
Idk

Sorry dude its just my character thought that you had totally ruined any chance of getting anything out of Syrath through you continually going on at him, and eventually fighting him...

... and I myself had no idea that Hunter was linked to Syrath, when did this happen?

Kais shouted at you very little before walking away, and you threatened his life, which was a bit of an over reaction...

... about the fight, I specifically put that my character would get to a safe distance which would imply it was medium to long range combat, therefore the combined power of the Tau and Dark Eldar would kill you, if not Hunter who could shoot the back of your head at the slightest movement...

... but the point is, we overlooked all of that, so it didn't happen, and we should stop going on about it and get back to the RP...

Shas'O will be playing an important role in the story, he has been a character since Eye of Terror.

Exactly, its just ain't seen him do much in it...

... but to right those wrongs, I call dibbs on one of the employers...

... just kidding, I suppose he has been quite important...

shas... you were in the small room of a cargo hold... there is no safe distance

Ahhh, when did Reaper say small?

And dude, seriously, just forget it, the RP has moved on from there, focus on bigger things like the Employers!

:\ sure

I still feel like ludias is fairly obselete in this one, he has to use rediculously powerful gear to even dent these F****

You will find ways to destroy them but the other Employers learn from their mistakes, I'm not removing my main antagonists at the start

And also, even with your gear, there were only two of you, but with the help of my fairly large squad, we could hurt it..

sure, in that case can you please not throw them at us like every single time theres an encounter? Seriously. my character wont run and Its going to get boring if I have to keep making new ones

I won't now that the Employers are less interested in you but they will deploy troops.

troops i can deal with, Epic greater Daemons that dont seem to have any weakness... not so much

Yes, you won't be dealing with them for awhile.

good, i feel oddly vulnerable without my (now trademark) dreadnought armour/runic armour

and Marius's Psyker powers would have been useful here.

Yep but the Farseer is still ready to assist you along with Syrath, but the Employers will be watching and an event will be coming soon

see now thats my point, "The employers are watching" even implies that we will be seeing them again soon :\

stupid uselessness

I've accepted the fact that they will be appearing randomly to screw us over...its something you get used to after playing Half life and having the GMan do that constantly...

BTW did anyone notice the obvious reference?

"Go through this portal and you will have everything you want...disagree and get locked in a room with a thousand enemies..."

Total Half Life 1 reference is obvious...

Good to see players get the references, and the Employers will only be watching at certain times.

blood reaper wrote:Good to see players get the references, and the Employers will only be watching at certain times.

This amuses me considering how the RP has turned out

And cmon, If i hadnt worked my way up with Marius would you even think baout letting Ludias be this Epic? I know I wouldnt

No you wouldn't and I do miss Marius, even enough to think of restarting the RPG 'Into the Eye of Terror' with Marius and Mikal together at the start, like a revival of some sorts.

Oh did I just mention my secret plan,

Bad move.

hmmm, well ludias will die at some point, hes not supposed to live forever. He was sort of a interlude while I got my new character sorted, And he will be (more than likely) as well loved as Marius

I would like the Idea of Bringing Marius back, twould be fun, I dont think I did him justice in the end.

Excellent, I'll begin planning. I'll try to keep it true to the original.