He stood, motionless, observing the world below with his arms folded. A condescending smirk crossed his features for a moment. The hint of emotion was gone as soon as it had arrived, slowly turning as explosions and various other signs of warfare erupted across the grey-white planet.
Inquisitor Grail Deslin shook his head with a sigh as brought himself back to reality, facing the Captain behind him, eyeing him for a moment curiously. The man was unusually pale. He hadn't taken to warp travel well, it seemed. He had been promoted to captain of the Benazir through money and social status, and appeared to be largely dependent upon the advice of his lessers in his competence. Through all that, he seemed strangely effective as a leader, despite his aforementioned illness.
The Inquisitor nodded slowly.
"I want you to send a message through the crew. I'm looking for volunteers to go down to the surface. Preferably ones with martial experience, possibly ex-guard or private security. We'll be down there for some time. I'll also need a vox operator and someone with medical training. I'd rather not have anyone seconded to us from the guard regiments down there, they're too busy fighting."
This last point cut off any protest the young captain had been about to make, his respectful, but shaky nod letting Deslin know he'd rather not, but he wasn't about to complain to an Inquisitor.
"Good. Thankyou, Captain. And don't hesitate to send your best. They'll need to be good to survive down there. Make sure they're given access to your armoury, too."
He gave the planet, Imperator Dolus, one last fleeting glance before striding out of the room, heading to his quarters.
To sum it up simply:
Imperator Dolus was a major industrial world in a relatively minor sector until a sudden rebellion defeated the planet's PDF before they had chance to mobilize. Several guard regiments were sent to quell the rebellion, but after sightings of daemons on the planet surface, the Inquisition sent a team to investigate the possibility of the ruinous powers having caused the uprising, and if necessary, destroy all traces of the chaos taint. Seconded to the team is a large transport ship, the Benazir.
Inquisitor Grail Deslin has asked for volunteers from the ship's crew in investigating the situation, his own team already spread too thin.
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Hope this goes well, and I hope you all enjoy it. Try not to get too attached to your characters - It wouldn't be 40K if it wasn't brutal, a lot of them may end up dead, however I will be accepting characters for Space Marines later, as I fully intend to deploy them.
Starting Saturday 30th at 12pm (GMT) anyone wishing to mod their charcters may do so, anyone not wanting to remain in please inform me and vice-versa for people wishing to join. Any one who hasnt contacted me by the start time will be judged as not wishing to be in. However I will keep this open for around 4-6 Characters more.
Inquisitor Grail Deslin shook his head with a sigh as brought himself back to reality, facing the Captain behind him, eyeing him for a moment curiously. The man was unusually pale. He hadn't taken to warp travel well, it seemed. He had been promoted to captain of the Benazir through money and social status, and appeared to be largely dependent upon the advice of his lessers in his competence. Through all that, he seemed strangely effective as a leader, despite his aforementioned illness.
The Inquisitor nodded slowly.
"I want you to send a message through the crew. I'm looking for volunteers to go down to the surface. Preferably ones with martial experience, possibly ex-guard or private security. We'll be down there for some time. I'll also need a vox operator and someone with medical training. I'd rather not have anyone seconded to us from the guard regiments down there, they're too busy fighting."
This last point cut off any protest the young captain had been about to make, his respectful, but shaky nod letting Deslin know he'd rather not, but he wasn't about to complain to an Inquisitor.
"Good. Thankyou, Captain. And don't hesitate to send your best. They'll need to be good to survive down there. Make sure they're given access to your armoury, too."
He gave the planet, Imperator Dolus, one last fleeting glance before striding out of the room, heading to his quarters.
The original host of this RP, as far as I can tell, has skipped town on the original, I have contacted him but to no avail. I am therefore re-launching this RP.
Firstly I have never GM'd a RP, please go easy on me and I would be grteful if you could help me/advise me if you think its necesary in PM.
Second, I have a reasonable knowledge of the 40K universe and it's lore, if you have a better knowledge than me, I would be grateful if you could PM me to assist with this.
Firstly I have never GM'd a RP, please go easy on me and I would be grteful if you could help me/advise me if you think its necesary in PM.
Second, I have a reasonable knowledge of the 40K universe and it's lore, if you have a better knowledge than me, I would be grateful if you could PM me to assist with this.
Imperator Dolus was a major industrial world in a relatively minor sector until a sudden rebellion defeated the planet's PDF before they had chance to mobilize. Several guard regiments were sent to quell the rebellion, but after sightings of daemons on the planet surface, the Inquisition sent a team to investigate the possibility of the ruinous powers having caused the uprising, and if necessary, destroy all traces of the chaos taint. Seconded to the team is a large transport ship, the Benazir.
Inquisitor Grail Deslin has asked for volunteers from the ship's crew in investigating the situation, his own team already spread too thin.
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Hope this goes well, and I hope you all enjoy it. Try not to get too attached to your characters - It wouldn't be 40K if it wasn't brutal, a lot of them may end up dead, however I will be accepting characters for Space Marines later, as I fully intend to deploy them.
Name:
Age:
Rank:
Appearance: (Characters will be wearing grey navy fatigues under any other clothing or armour they may decide to wear.)
Planet of Birth:
Skills:
Previous Experience/Bio:
Weaponry:
Notes: (Anything you want to add.)
Age:
Rank:
Appearance: (Characters will be wearing grey navy fatigues under any other clothing or armour they may decide to wear.)
Planet of Birth:
Skills:
Previous Experience/Bio:
Weaponry:
Notes: (Anything you want to add.)
Name: Sigurdur Darkfang
Age: 25
Rank: Corporal
Appearance: 6'4" tall. With Blonde hair and bright blue eyes. His canines are slightly enlarged as a product of his place of birth. He's in the peak of physical prowess for a human at the time. With a wolfs head cloak where the wolf's head is on his right shoulder.
Planet of Birth: Fenris
Skills: Melee weapon expert with tracking skills. Has a degree of pistol experience
Previous Experience: Spent the majority of his life before the guard involved in the infighting of the planet. Involved 1 on 1 duels of honour with other clan members and leading raids on other clans.
Weaponry: 2 power swords scaled down for regular human use. He keeps them on his back. He has 2 pistols in holsters strapped to his sides.
Notes: None as of yet
Age: 25
Rank: Corporal
Appearance: 6'4" tall. With Blonde hair and bright blue eyes. His canines are slightly enlarged as a product of his place of birth. He's in the peak of physical prowess for a human at the time. With a wolfs head cloak where the wolf's head is on his right shoulder.
Planet of Birth: Fenris
Skills: Melee weapon expert with tracking skills. Has a degree of pistol experience
Previous Experience: Spent the majority of his life before the guard involved in the infighting of the planet. Involved 1 on 1 duels of honour with other clan members and leading raids on other clans.
Weaponry: 2 power swords scaled down for regular human use. He keeps them on his back. He has 2 pistols in holsters strapped to his sides.
Notes: None as of yet
Name: John Franklin
Age:35
Rank: You do know, that the ranking system in 40K varies from the real one. So I'll just write off Corporal
Appearance: Multiple Scars on eyes and mouth. Says "GRIM" whenever you look at it. He is a Kaskrin and always wears his armour. He is 2 metres tall. Has blonde hair and brown eyes.
Planet of Birth: Baal. Yes, a Space Marine planet
Skills: He is an expert in kill-teaming. He is an excellent gunner with the Hellgun and with placing frags in enemy forces
Previous Experience: Because of his rough childhood, he topped out in every test in Training. He fought ork forces, tau forces and even Chaos Space Marines.
Weaponry:Hellgun MK2 Gyro Stabilised with Bayonet razor.
Notes: He tried to be a Space Marine but failed so he went to be a Guardsmen
Age:35
Rank: You do know, that the ranking system in 40K varies from the real one. So I'll just write off Corporal
Appearance: Multiple Scars on eyes and mouth. Says "GRIM" whenever you look at it. He is a Kaskrin and always wears his armour. He is 2 metres tall. Has blonde hair and brown eyes.
Planet of Birth: Baal. Yes, a Space Marine planet
Skills: He is an expert in kill-teaming. He is an excellent gunner with the Hellgun and with placing frags in enemy forces
Previous Experience: Because of his rough childhood, he topped out in every test in Training. He fought ork forces, tau forces and even Chaos Space Marines.
Weaponry:Hellgun MK2 Gyro Stabilised with Bayonet razor.
Notes: He tried to be a Space Marine but failed so he went to be a Guardsmen
Name: Rachael Emerson
Age: 22
Rank: Private
Appearance: Rachael is a smaller woman, only about 5'2 and just under one hundred pounds. Her skin is pale in color and blemish free. She lacks any scaring due to the fact she never went through any form of combat. Though she is rather skinny she is well endowed. She could be considered pretty, but nothing to drool over. Her once brown hair has been dyed dark red. Her eyes are gray in color and often appear to be relaxed regardless of the situation.
Above her standard uniform she wears a black bullet proof vest covered with some various red markings. Oddly certain parts of the vest have been cut away to allow for more free movement around the joints, if only for comfort.
Planet of Birth: Terra.
Skills: Sharpshooting and mechanics.
Previous Experience: While she is uneducated in the arts of combat she still passed her exams with flying colors, proving to be an excellent sharp shooter. Before she entered the guard she was mechanic, though this is often overlooked by her superiors.
Weaponry: She uses a lasgun which she has made some personal modifications to, giving it more kick but also more firepower.
Notes: She doesn't believe in the code of honor practiced among the guardsmen, nor for that matter the religion. Needless to say she has almost gotten killed a few times by other guardsmen when talking poorly about their code, luckily she knows when to shut up half the time.
Age: 22
Rank: Private
Appearance: Rachael is a smaller woman, only about 5'2 and just under one hundred pounds. Her skin is pale in color and blemish free. She lacks any scaring due to the fact she never went through any form of combat. Though she is rather skinny she is well endowed. She could be considered pretty, but nothing to drool over. Her once brown hair has been dyed dark red. Her eyes are gray in color and often appear to be relaxed regardless of the situation.
Above her standard uniform she wears a black bullet proof vest covered with some various red markings. Oddly certain parts of the vest have been cut away to allow for more free movement around the joints, if only for comfort.
Planet of Birth: Terra.
Skills: Sharpshooting and mechanics.
Previous Experience: While she is uneducated in the arts of combat she still passed her exams with flying colors, proving to be an excellent sharp shooter. Before she entered the guard she was mechanic, though this is often overlooked by her superiors.
Weaponry: She uses a lasgun which she has made some personal modifications to, giving it more kick but also more firepower.
Notes: She doesn't believe in the code of honor practiced among the guardsmen, nor for that matter the religion. Needless to say she has almost gotten killed a few times by other guardsmen when talking poorly about their code, luckily she knows when to shut up half the time.
Name: Eumenes Grant
Age: 64
Rank: Tech Priest aboard an Imperial Naval Vessel
Appearance: tall standing about 6' 5", he is not as heavily augmented as some of his seniors in the Adaptus Mechanicus. He has a bionic eye to improve his vision while working with the machine spirits of the navies chimeras, hellhounds, basilisks, etc. he also has a servo arm with which he makes repairs to anything that went wrong with any vehicles.
Equipment: attached to his servo arm is a small yet powerful cutting laser. It is powerful enough to cut an Orks head clean off. He also carries a las pistol that is not very strong, but is strong enough and with a few changes it is more powerful than a standard las pistol. His tech staff is about 7' tall and he takes pride in using it in war and in fixing anything that needs fixing. The skull and cog symbol of the Adaptus Mechanicus on top of his crimson robes indicates his status and is also a homing beacon incase he is captured.
Age: 64
Rank: Tech Priest aboard an Imperial Naval Vessel
Appearance: tall standing about 6' 5", he is not as heavily augmented as some of his seniors in the Adaptus Mechanicus. He has a bionic eye to improve his vision while working with the machine spirits of the navies chimeras, hellhounds, basilisks, etc. he also has a servo arm with which he makes repairs to anything that went wrong with any vehicles.
Equipment: attached to his servo arm is a small yet powerful cutting laser. It is powerful enough to cut an Orks head clean off. He also carries a las pistol that is not very strong, but is strong enough and with a few changes it is more powerful than a standard las pistol. His tech staff is about 7' tall and he takes pride in using it in war and in fixing anything that needs fixing. The skull and cog symbol of the Adaptus Mechanicus on top of his crimson robes indicates his status and is also a homing beacon incase he is captured.
[b\]Name:[/b] Vasyl Salow. (Rhymes with "[i\]Basil[/i] the Marsh[i\]mallow[/i]."
[b\]Age:[/b] 30
[b\]Rank:[/b] Corporal
[b\]Appearance:[/b] When one thinks "heartless savage" one may conjure images of this man. A dirty, greasy, tall, lanky man with long black hair and a rather scruffy beard. (He is, however, unhappy his beard does not reach to his knees, it only comes [i\]just[/i] past the middle of his neck. A pity.) His face is drawn taut, his nose sharp with a pronounced bridge, and his jaw is trying to evolve into a shovel. His eyes are... disturbing. He still wears the various leathers and furs he ripped from the bleeding corpses of his prey on Dusk.
[b\]Planet of Birth:[/b] Dusk
[b\]Skills:[/b] Survival. Murder. Intimidation.
[b\]Previous Experience:[/b] He was born on the feral world of Dusk, a planet that hosts many flesh-eating intestinal diseases, insects that devour your face and lay eggs in your body that explode from your intestines when they mature, plants that strangle and maul you to death and release spores that enter your body and explode out of your intestines as thorny roots, more intestinal diseases, and is populated solely by predatorial animals. Which likely want to eat your intestines.
Vasyl made a living by slaughtering things for the local tribes and Imperial outposts, and not only that but [i\]thrived[/i] in the environment as well. (Mainly by [i\]eating[/i] the threats to his intestines.) On this planet he would be considered a very old, no, [i\]ancient[/i] man by the normal populace, as most barely lived long enough to even be born.
He learned many simple survival techniques, such as how to make things die, which he was very good at. He fervently believes that there is no problem that cannot be solved by either killing something or [i\]threatening[/i] to kill something. The locals only lived as long as they did because they kept giving Vasyl [i\]other[/i] things to kill besides them. Which there was plenty of.
Once recruited as part of the local Segmentum's manpower tithe, he proved to be a very useful, if violently defiant, soldier. He was taught the special ways to kill all of the Imperium's various enemies. Mutants with bullets, Heretics with fire, Xenos with heavy ordnance and bullets & fire, and every other enemy with a combination of the above tactics and some imagination.
[b\]Weaponry:[/b] Several large teeth turned into knives, a cumbersome axe built from starship scrap, and a stub-revolver. He does not, however, know how to reload it and is adamant to learning how.
[b\]Age:[/b] 30
[b\]Rank:[/b] Corporal
[b\]Appearance:[/b] When one thinks "heartless savage" one may conjure images of this man. A dirty, greasy, tall, lanky man with long black hair and a rather scruffy beard. (He is, however, unhappy his beard does not reach to his knees, it only comes [i\]just[/i] past the middle of his neck. A pity.) His face is drawn taut, his nose sharp with a pronounced bridge, and his jaw is trying to evolve into a shovel. His eyes are... disturbing. He still wears the various leathers and furs he ripped from the bleeding corpses of his prey on Dusk.
[b\]Planet of Birth:[/b] Dusk
[b\]Skills:[/b] Survival. Murder. Intimidation.
[b\]Previous Experience:[/b] He was born on the feral world of Dusk, a planet that hosts many flesh-eating intestinal diseases, insects that devour your face and lay eggs in your body that explode from your intestines when they mature, plants that strangle and maul you to death and release spores that enter your body and explode out of your intestines as thorny roots, more intestinal diseases, and is populated solely by predatorial animals. Which likely want to eat your intestines.
Vasyl made a living by slaughtering things for the local tribes and Imperial outposts, and not only that but [i\]thrived[/i] in the environment as well. (Mainly by [i\]eating[/i] the threats to his intestines.) On this planet he would be considered a very old, no, [i\]ancient[/i] man by the normal populace, as most barely lived long enough to even be born.
He learned many simple survival techniques, such as how to make things die, which he was very good at. He fervently believes that there is no problem that cannot be solved by either killing something or [i\]threatening[/i] to kill something. The locals only lived as long as they did because they kept giving Vasyl [i\]other[/i] things to kill besides them. Which there was plenty of.
Once recruited as part of the local Segmentum's manpower tithe, he proved to be a very useful, if violently defiant, soldier. He was taught the special ways to kill all of the Imperium's various enemies. Mutants with bullets, Heretics with fire, Xenos with heavy ordnance and bullets & fire, and every other enemy with a combination of the above tactics and some imagination.
[b\]Weaponry:[/b] Several large teeth turned into knives, a cumbersome axe built from starship scrap, and a stub-revolver. He does not, however, know how to reload it and is adamant to learning how.
Name:Fillus Corbec
Age: 45
Rank: Captain (Imperial Navy rank equivilant of General in the Imperial Guard)
Appearance: White dress uniform of the Solar segmentus fleet. 6ft 2", Brown eye and hair, his right eye is an augmetic eye which glows purple, he lost his original in a pistol duel. Scar on his right cheek from when he lost his eye. maintained build, slightly muscular.
Planet of Birth: Calth
Skills: Ace Pilot, able to fly most fighters, bombers and transport craft of the imperial both in atmosphere as well as the void. Fleet tactician, skilled at fleet engagments nsuring a win for the imperium. Pistol and sword duelist as well.
Previous Experience: Trained on Calth in the Naval tactical Warfare school, coming top of his class. Has seen action in numerous fleet engagments. Recognised as one of the youngest fleet captains.
Weaponry: Carries an ornate Plasma Pistol and a power sword in the form of a rapier as well as a small stubnosed las pistol attached to his calf as a back up.
Notes: His augmetic eye allows him to see in several vision modes such as night and thermal, acts as a range finder and targeting device.
Age: 45
Rank: Captain (Imperial Navy rank equivilant of General in the Imperial Guard)
Appearance: White dress uniform of the Solar segmentus fleet. 6ft 2", Brown eye and hair, his right eye is an augmetic eye which glows purple, he lost his original in a pistol duel. Scar on his right cheek from when he lost his eye. maintained build, slightly muscular.
Planet of Birth: Calth
Skills: Ace Pilot, able to fly most fighters, bombers and transport craft of the imperial both in atmosphere as well as the void. Fleet tactician, skilled at fleet engagments nsuring a win for the imperium. Pistol and sword duelist as well.
Previous Experience: Trained on Calth in the Naval tactical Warfare school, coming top of his class. Has seen action in numerous fleet engagments. Recognised as one of the youngest fleet captains.
Weaponry: Carries an ornate Plasma Pistol and a power sword in the form of a rapier as well as a small stubnosed las pistol attached to his calf as a back up.
Notes: His augmetic eye allows him to see in several vision modes such as night and thermal, acts as a range finder and targeting device.
Name: Sarius Molner
Age: 38
Rank: Sergeant
Appearance: Short black hair, one green eye, the other eye is cybernetic. He has a scar stretching across the bridge of his nose, and over where his eye used to be. He's around 6 foot 3 and a bit slim but powerful. Kasrkin Carapace armor painted in the colors of the Cadian 110th Shock Troops covers his body almost always.
Planet of Birth: Cadia
Skills: An excellent squad leader and marksman, as well as above average skill at close quarters combat.
Previous Experience/Bio: Born on Cadia, he was raised to be a soldier, like most Cadian children. He enlisted in the Cadian Youth Armies as soon as he was old enough, and was chosen for Kasrkin training. He lost his eye to a Khorne Berserker, managing to fire his Hellgun through the gap in it's armor under the helmet at the last second.
Weaponry: A Hellgun with a serrated, sharpened bayonet. Stenciled on the side of the gun is:
"If the ammo ain't live, this ain't no Cadian practice"
He also has a bandolier of frag grenades and a bandolier of krak grenades across his chest
Age: 38
Rank: Sergeant
Appearance: Short black hair, one green eye, the other eye is cybernetic. He has a scar stretching across the bridge of his nose, and over where his eye used to be. He's around 6 foot 3 and a bit slim but powerful. Kasrkin Carapace armor painted in the colors of the Cadian 110th Shock Troops covers his body almost always.
Planet of Birth: Cadia
Skills: An excellent squad leader and marksman, as well as above average skill at close quarters combat.
Previous Experience/Bio: Born on Cadia, he was raised to be a soldier, like most Cadian children. He enlisted in the Cadian Youth Armies as soon as he was old enough, and was chosen for Kasrkin training. He lost his eye to a Khorne Berserker, managing to fire his Hellgun through the gap in it's armor under the helmet at the last second.
Weaponry: A Hellgun with a serrated, sharpened bayonet. Stenciled on the side of the gun is:
"If the ammo ain't live, this ain't no Cadian practice"
He also has a bandolier of frag grenades and a bandolier of krak grenades across his chest
Name: Emperors Fist
Type: Battle Cruiser
Captain: Fillus Corbec
Size: 5km Long
Propulsion:
Standard sub-light engines and warp engines
Armament:
Anti-fighter/bomber defences as standard
4x Lances (1 port, 1 Starboard, 1 dorsal, 1 underside)
8 Forward facing torpedo bays, 10 port facing torpedo bays, 10 starboard facing torpedo bays.
2x Port side large weapons batteries, 2x Starboard side large weapons batteries.
Numerous small weapon batteries
Launch Bays: 2 Starboard, 2 Port.
Fighter, Bomber and Transports:
6 wings of 8 Lightning Strike fighters,
10 wings of 6 Marauder Bombers,
6 large (50 man) transports and 6 Small (20 man) transports.
1 Gun cutter (capable of carrying upto 10 men).
Shields:
4 Heavy Void shields,
6 Lighter shields.
Type: Battle Cruiser
Captain: Fillus Corbec
Size: 5km Long
Propulsion:
Standard sub-light engines and warp engines
Armament:
Anti-fighter/bomber defences as standard
4x Lances (1 port, 1 Starboard, 1 dorsal, 1 underside)
8 Forward facing torpedo bays, 10 port facing torpedo bays, 10 starboard facing torpedo bays.
2x Port side large weapons batteries, 2x Starboard side large weapons batteries.
Numerous small weapon batteries
Launch Bays: 2 Starboard, 2 Port.
Fighter, Bomber and Transports:
6 wings of 8 Lightning Strike fighters,
10 wings of 6 Marauder Bombers,
6 large (50 man) transports and 6 Small (20 man) transports.
1 Gun cutter (capable of carrying upto 10 men).
Shields:
4 Heavy Void shields,
6 Lighter shields.
2 x Light Cruisers
3 x Destroyers
3 x Frigates
6 x Transport ships, have light anti fighter/bomber defenses
Plus the inquisitorial transporter
3 x Destroyers
3 x Frigates
6 x Transport ships, have light anti fighter/bomber defenses
Plus the inquisitorial transporter
Starting Saturday 30th at 12pm (GMT) anyone wishing to mod their charcters may do so, anyone not wanting to remain in please inform me and vice-versa for people wishing to join. Any one who hasnt contacted me by the start time will be judged as not wishing to be in. However I will keep this open for around 4-6 Characters more.
