Sanctus Incendia (Warhammer 40K RP)
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Looks like a good time waster, and I was looking for something to exercise my skills with the keyboard anyway.
Thank goodness it happened to be an RP in such an expansive universe.
[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.
I'll write up the introduction in a while.
Thank goodness it happened to be an RP in such an expansive universe.
[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.
I'll write up the introduction in a while.
Esscort to Inquisitorial transport
Name: Emperors Fist
Type: Heavy Frigate
Captain: Fillus Corbec
Size: 2km Long
Propulsion:
Standard sub-light engines and warp engines
Armament:
Anti-fighter/bomber defences as standard
2x Lances (1 port, 1 Starboard)
4 Forward facing torpedo bays, 6 port facing torpedo bays, 6 starbard facing torpedo bays. Numerous smaller ship to ship weapons.
Launch Bays: 1 Starboard, 1 Port.
Fighter, Bomber and Transports:
2 wings of 8 Lightning Strike fighters,
4 wings of 6 Marauder Bombers,
2 large (50 man) transports and 2 Small (20 man) transports.
1 Gun cutter (capable of carrying upto 10 men).
Shields:
2 Heavy Void shields,
2 Lighter shields.
Name: Emperors Fist
Type: Heavy Frigate
Captain: Fillus Corbec
Size: 2km Long
Propulsion:
Standard sub-light engines and warp engines
Armament:
Anti-fighter/bomber defences as standard
2x Lances (1 port, 1 Starboard)
4 Forward facing torpedo bays, 6 port facing torpedo bays, 6 starbard facing torpedo bays. Numerous smaller ship to ship weapons.
Launch Bays: 1 Starboard, 1 Port.
Fighter, Bomber and Transports:
2 wings of 8 Lightning Strike fighters,
4 wings of 6 Marauder Bombers,
2 large (50 man) transports and 2 Small (20 man) transports.
1 Gun cutter (capable of carrying upto 10 men).
Shields:
2 Heavy Void shields,
2 Lighter shields.
Thought I would post my vehicles I shall be supporting you in.
EDIT: Frigate, a lighter vessel but still packing a punch
All accepted, should get started pretty soon.
Although Yohon, you may have to accept some limitations, Techpriests aren't exactly the most mobile of troops.
Toxic: Just one issue, I'd rather have a smaller vessel as the escort, maybe an destroyer or frigate, if that's okay?
Although Yohon, you may have to accept some limitations, Techpriests aren't exactly the most mobile of troops.
Toxic: Just one issue, I'd rather have a smaller vessel as the escort, maybe an destroyer or frigate, if that's okay?
The Emperors Fist was holding at high anchor, its crew alert. Small shuttles carrying supplies and personell scuttled through space between the sleek frigate and the bulky Inquisiton transporter. A pair of lightning strike fighters shot past the bridge of the Fist, patroling and protecting their huge mother ship.
Captain Corbec rubbed his chin as he studied the latest report from the psykers. The empyrum was strong but warp storms were building, the reinforcment scheduled to join the battle front would be delayed by weeks at this rate. The small fleet that had shipped the guard in would only provide so much protection, a light cruiser, two destroyers and a few trasport ships was all that had been tasked so far.
"Any word from the Inquisitor?" he asked. The Comms officer shook his head in response. Supressing a growl, the Captain stood from his command throne. Turning to his XO "I'll be in my quarters, alert me if anything happens, you have the bridge", "Sir" The XO snapped a salute, as the captain entered his private quarters at the rear of the bridge.
Captain Corbec rubbed his chin as he studied the latest report from the psykers. The empyrum was strong but warp storms were building, the reinforcment scheduled to join the battle front would be delayed by weeks at this rate. The small fleet that had shipped the guard in would only provide so much protection, a light cruiser, two destroyers and a few trasport ships was all that had been tasked so far.
"Any word from the Inquisitor?" he asked. The Comms officer shook his head in response. Supressing a growl, the Captain stood from his command throne. Turning to his XO "I'll be in my quarters, alert me if anything happens, you have the bridge", "Sir" The XO snapped a salute, as the captain entered his private quarters at the rear of the bridge.
I messaged the GM but no reply forthcoming so far, any one want to take over or shall we call it quits? I'm hoping someone might take over GM as I was looking forward to this
I have a reasonable knowledge of 40K Lore, but I've never GM'd before, though have considered it.
Have relaunched the RP, [link]http://www.escapistmagazine.com/forums/read/362.170469[/link] please let me know if you want out as i have included you all bar anyone whos already pulled out.