[CHAR] The Gregorian - Imperium (Warhammer 50K RP, The Shape of the Nightmare to Come)

[agentmanatee]

Gregori Amastov

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< Gregori Amastov >
^{❰ Male ❱}

_{A G E}

38

_Race

Human

_{P E R S O N A I L I T Y}

Gregori is an imposing man. He is a talented orator and had turned the populace of the system to his side long before his coup. He is sly, cunning, selfish, ambitious and power hungry. A power magnate with grandiose visions of his own Imperium, a dream his fore bearers had for a long time before him. He is the ultimate fruition of his families ambitions. He is arrogant, self centered and proud but can easily feign the love needed for his people and generate the love and devotion he requires too keep his worlds loyal.

_{B I O G R A P H Y}

Gregori's tale begins with his families. Hius many greats grandfather was granted a Holy Trade warrant centuries ago by the Imperium of man. Using this warrnt, for generations they plied the stars until they came upons the sector of Kallesius. Helping to bring it into the Emperors light and were gifted noble titles and holdings... but they had wanted more. Almost single handedly had the traders conquered these worlds, they deserved to rule them all! Over the following centuries the family worked to this girl, re-directing supplies to their own holding, garnering support and favors from the myriad lords and governours of the sector, but much of that fell apart with the death of the Imperium. connections could no longer be contacted, the family was split, supplies and weapons caches were lost and the dreams of a domain beneath the family Amastov were dashed irrevocably... until Gregori. On his deathbed his father revealed the locations of every single cache ever stored by the family, the names of planets and contacts. Armed with this knowledge, Gregori, a planetary governour for an Imperium that no longer existed, uncovered those in his system. With weapons, food and many other stores, he planned to make his move.

The current system governour was a weak man, and was utterly convinced the Imperium still lived, and even continued sending tithes to holy Terra, though now he had no idea he would be sending ships to their destruction. Gregori appeared then, for the governour had lost much of his fleet long ago, and Governour Gregori had ships to spare. Bolstering and taking charge of the fleet, Gregori swiftly turned the Governours fleet to his side with false promises, a claim to divinity and a few fine speeches. This done, he had the 'tithe fleets' deposit the material, be it food or weapons or otherwise, in secure locations known only to him, his stockpiles growing exponentially as he bided his time. The systems worlds began to suffer soon after. Without valuable and needed imports from the wider Imperium and the governour forcing so many of the worlds own resources out hardship over took them. Famine and widespread suffering led to outrage, the people crying angrily at a Lord who they thought insane! The Emperor was dead and they were alone! Through all of it, Gregori watched, and waited.

Just when the people were at the tipping point, when revolution was a whisper ont heir lips, Gregori appeared. Leading a strikeforce of his personal guard, armed with storm trooper Carapace and Tempestus hell-guns they assaulted the Governours palace and slew the 'madman' and his greatest supporters. As Gregori addressed the people, he proclaimed the Imperium not dead, but re-born under him! The Emperor's divinely chosen successor! With this declaration came salvation. His vast stores supplied to the rejoicing worlds and cementing his image in the eyes of the people. He then promised them more, a great utopia! Am Imperium free of the old oppression! One where all were wealthy and prosperous! He told them of the hard work it would take, the dedication and constant vigilance, and the people listened and cheered.

Of course, much of it was an empty promise that was impossible to uphold, but it was for the short term. In the end, his Imperium would be large enough it wouldn't matter what he had promised now. As the leader of the new Imperium he would never need to uphold it.

_{F O R C E S}

<Palace Protectorate>

<The Palace Protectorate are Amastov's personal guards and the force largely responsible for his succesful Coup d'etat of the system. Well trained and well armed, the Protectorate's are some of the best human warriors of Gregori's Imperium, being descended from the Tempestus Scions oif the old Imperium and trained for generations to serve the Amastov family almost from birth. They will sell their lives dear for their master. Such an elite force however can only be so large, about 200 Palace Protectorate's are trained and ready, their children still in training to eventually replace them or add to their number.>

<PDF>

<As the sole ruler of the New Imperium, Greegori can call upon the PDf of any world as a fighting force for expansion, defence, or anything else. Each PDf is trained somewhat differently, but generally speaking all are a bit less well off than the Imperial Guard of old, but are an effective force nonetheless, and are a force the Imperium will need quite often in its early years.>

_{E Q U I P M E N T}

<Heirloom power sword>

<Suit of ornate carapace armor>

[Dannyrulx]

Ritske Seimger

Name:
Ritske Seimger

Race:
Mutated Human (Slaneesh)

Appearance:
Ritske has... Minimalist armour to say the least. Whilst she normally relies on the stealth capabilities of her captured XV-85 to dodge fire, she does have reasonable armour, although nothing that will stop anything stronger than perhaps a few autogun shots. The armour appears in large, bulky plates, and covers most of her centre of mass and what she regards as 'important;' namely her legs and groin, with basically no protection on her arms; she thinks that if they can hit your arm, you're dead anyway 'cause you can't fight back. (She'd be singing a different tune if she had power armour, but alas, she doesn't.)

Her Stealthsuit has been repainted after she realised that colour doesn't matter; surprisingly for her, it was done rather carefully, and it now sports a black colouring, with a very pale red trim. On the shoulder is a running list of the number of people who have been killed whilst she has wore the gear, and currently the count stretches from the top of the shoulder to... The other end of the shoulder.

Beneath the armour is a young woman, measuring roughly 5'8, and with black hair that reaches down in braids to about her hip. These braids are practically never done up, even though it would be much more practical in the long run. She's very pale, almost ridiculously so, and just above the small of her back is the symbol of Slaneesh, permanently branded into her skin. Her eyes are a bright pink colour, a side effect of her dedication to Slaneesh, but she simply claims that she comes from a planet near Cadia, and that tends to deflect most attention away from her.

Apart from her armour, very little else adorns her during combat. When not in the XV25, she wears a bandolier that goes from her left shoulder to her right, and then loops around her waist like a belt. She wears a simple leather jacket, both to prevent her armour from chafing and to cover up the mark, and boots with wrapping going from her calf to almost her waist. As well as the bandolier, she wears a medi-sling, and in it is numerous auto-injectors and syringes, more gifts from Slaneesh.

Personality: Indulgent, over-the-top, hedonistic, should have overdosed by now. All these words tend to descriptive Slaneesh followers, and Ritske is no exception. Willing to try anything once, then twice, then become addicted to it, she has escaped being persecuted due to a frankly excellent combat record, and that her bloody huge weapons tend to dissuade the average civie.

Bio:
When first stepping out onto the board of a spaceship, Ritske was a fresh-faced mercenary with an autogun and some junked flak armour that she had made for herself, and with nary a trace of chaos in her blood. The story of how that girl became the Slaneeshi-worshipping mercenary with enough armaments to overthrow a small nation is, surprisingly, fairly simple.

It wasn't long before she was exposed to combat, specifically against the Tau, her warband being hired by a pocket Imperium in order to deal with a Sept that had settled too close to 'their' territory. She found that the thrill of combat, especially when enhanced by her being higher than a kite when doing so, was almost addictive, and hence the seeds of Slaneesh were planted in her mind.

She and her warband fought the Tau for numerous years; it was when fighting them that she gained her XV25, and she looted most of her weapons from other members, be they dead, asleep, 'preoccupied' with Riske herself or simply not paying attention, and her arsenal exploded in a very short period of time, leaving the sector the head of her warband, blessed by Slaneesh with his/her mark and eager to continue fighting.

What followed was her warband being slowly ground down as they fought more and more, sometimes against man and with xenos and chaos, and sometimes with it. Her arsenal, especially the more exotic elements of it, were all gathered in this time, and she arrived in the Gregorian Imperium without a warband, but certainly wealthy and eager to fight some more.

Gregori, spying the opportunity to grab another mercenary to secure his growing empire, capitalised on her eagerness to fight, and she ended up fighting, on the condition that Gregori himself wouldn't take notice of any of the more... Heretical parts of her personality.

Forces:
A coupe of whispers here, a couple of hand gestures there, and it's surprising how many of her ilk can come out of the woodwork. (General cultist help, if she's given enough time to get some together)

Allegiance to Gregori: She's a mercenary. Enough said.

Personal equipment:

The Long List Of Weapons

x1 XV25 Stealth Suit (Modified to fit a human and repainted)
x1 Fusion blaster (Permanently attached to the suit, much to her dismay)
x1 Combat Shotgun with a folded stock and folding barrel, allowing her to pack it up into a tiny space. (Repainted)
x1 Catchcan Fang (Honestly, nobody really knows where she got this. Leather band around the hilt and handle, and two tassels hang down from it.)
x1 Autopistol (800 RPM, 50 round magazine and with the stock sawn off to leave a completely uncontrollable bullet hose. She absolutely adores the weapon)
x2 Hand cannons (Stupidly ornate finish, she's broken her wrists firing these two before, but they can take a man's head off in a single round if they actually land, so there's that.)
x1 Tesla pistol (Non-Necron and not her favourite weapon because of the long charge time between shots, but it is effective)
x1 'Big Daddy' (Ritske's custom heavy stubber/autogun. It's not really clear which one it is, due to it's ridiculously high RPM and spinning barrel, as well as a more traditional autogun design and even a single-shot option. Drum-fed (70 rounds) Can be attached to the XV25 if she so wishes.)
x? Close-combat weapons and generic las/shitty stubpistols. (Strapped everywhere she can fit them. Range in quality and size, but most of them will hurt like a motherfucker if she somehow lands the shot/stab.)
x? Stims & autoinjectors

[NecroKnight]

Captain Tyros

Name: Captain Tyros Maxim

Race: Adeptus Astartes

Appearance:

Personality: As a Space Marine from the Black Dragons Chapter, Tyros maintains the dignity of his duty and purpose. To serve the Imperium, even after it's death. Despite the turmoil of the millenia, he has become more cynical yet retained his will and compassion. The truth of the Founding Chapter, the Salamanders - though their are few left - he continues doing his duty and serves the remnants of the Imperium.

Bio: Captain Tyros Maxim had been the leader of the Black Dragons Chapter onboard the Battle-Barge Black Flame - once the Astronomican failed however, they were deposited into real-space; their Navigator dead yet their ship intact without the taint of Chaos.

At the start there was panic, fear and anxiety - the dreaded chill, that the Emperor had fallen and alongside it the Imperium. With no Imperium in-sight, and cut off from their other battle-brothers, the Black Dragons limped on through space. They had been lucky, already in hiding due to their mutation in their gene-seed - they had been deposited in a secret of space, full of aliens yet void of any massive Chaos incursions.

Though they had a good company of brothers, throughout the years - age, madness and xenos had whittled down their numbers, for several millenia they had drifted through space. Starting at around two-hundred brothers, they had flown through the stars aboard their Battle-Barge. Scavenging what they could from alien wreckages. Encountering weird fire-breathing flyers, whom had consumed one Imperial City to their very last people - it had been their hardest and first battle of them all. Losing at around a fifty, and yet they had managed to eradicate the deadly xeno before they could spread.

They then had visited a water-world, where several Imperial and Chaos ships had battled out several years ago. Scavenging what they could, while defending against the incursion of both Chaos, madness within their own ranks and dealing with the sea-creatures that tried to eat both of them.

In addition to that, over a barren wasteland - the Black Dragon Chapter engaged several Eldar corsairs. They infamous xenos, attacking at the last vestiges of might - in a galaxy where their race was close to extinction. They battled over an unknown moon at that, later called the Emperor' Stand - after their battle. As while the Eldar outnumbered them, the Black Dragon Chapter utilized skill and practicality. Sacrificing half of their brothers, in order to trap the Eldar pirates upon the moon - before unleashing a Cyclonic Torpedo upon the place, annihilating the Eldar whom had camped out upon the bodies of their dead brothers.

They took place in about a hundred battles, each as glories and tough, as before their times. Each and every time, they encountered either xenos. Freshly discovered and hostile lifeform, Chaos incursion. Or Imperials corrupted or twisted beyond recognition that was only cleansed by fire. Maintaining their equipment as best they could, until barely a squad anymore - they were deposited onto the outskirts of the Gregorian Imperium and their first sight of an Imperial Stronghold.

Forces:

• Battle-Barge Black Flame
• Three Space Marines (One Apochathery, One Tactical Marine, One Techmarine)

Allegiance to Gregori: Servant of the Imperium' people. Ally.

Personal equipment:

• Bolter
• Plasma Pistol
• Chainsword
• Astartes Power Armor

[Evil Snowman]

Canoness Ishitta Thamus

Name: Canoness Ishitta Thamus

Race: Human (Adepta Sororitas)

Appearance:

Personality: On the surface Ishitta is a hard woman. Who is willing to go to extremes for her beliefs. However, underneath that hardened exterior is a woman that cares greatly about the needs of the people under her command and put their needs first be it material or spiritual. She will go to great length to make sure those needs are meet. Ishitta is a person who has no love of Xenos and seems to actually look for ways to get away with purging them. Although will tolerate, even show some simple signs of respect to Xeno's that prove to be useful or help her. However, deep down she hates anything not human. No matter what a Xeno does that is helpful to her she will never really like them.

Ishitta has no love of Chaos and it worshipers and at the slightest hint of Chaos she will purge a worshiper without any hesitation and will begin a search. Hunting and purging every worshiper to the dark gods she can find until she is satisfied they have been all eliminated. Ishitta treats all everyone outside of her order with a small level of distrust and contempt. Always watching those around her closely.

Ishitta is a woman that leads by example whenever posable. If she tells her sisters to take a hill, chances are she will personally lead the charge if she feels she is the best to lead it. Otherwise, she will stay back issuing orders and dealing with politics of the Gregorian Impreium to ensure the needs of her sisters are represented and heard. Ishitta expecting to be listened to when she speaks, she has little patience for politicking. However, understanding it is required tolerating it like she does Xeno's that prove to be of use.

Although rarely seen Ishitta does have a soft side. However, it is reserved for when she is around her closest of friends and most trusted confidants. Ishitta treats those she likes with respect, although that list is very small

Biography:

Ishitta was born on a feudal world on the outermost edges of Segmentum Obscurus. A world that was under the rule of one of the many petty Impreuims. The daughter of a noble, she was taught the arts of politics much to her dismay. She was expected spend her days in the court of her king. This was until the Order of Mourning Maidens came to her world. A group of Adepta Sororitas who were in search embodiment of the God-Emperors will.
The order granted Permission to recruit from the populace of the planet. In exchange for dealing with a rival Impreuim. Coming to the world the sisters wasted little time and began to passionately preach their beliefs and their mission. Offering protection and propose to those were willing to join them. As they preached the sisters offered food a medical care to those that needed it.

Ishitta like many heard the words the sister's preachers spoke and at first ignored their preaching. Thinking the power armour clad maidens were insane. Searching the galaxy for some dead gods will it sounded like madness. Each day she listened to the sister's preach. Begging those still who held in the smallest amount of faith in the god-emperor to join them. After several days of listening to the Maidens preach, she began to think they might have a point and by the sisters last day of preaching. She began to believe the passionate speech's made by the Maidens and decided to join them. Openly declaring her faith in the God Emperor. The sister pleased by this welcomed her and brought her abroad their ship and old Battle Barge called the Redeemer of worlds. recovered and brought back into working condition by the order.

In order to ensure everyone had a purpose, Ishitta was rigorously tested and eventually told she would become a sister of battle. Told it was the Emperors will she bring his word to the masses and protect those the order claimed to be the last of the truly faithful aboard the ship. Ishitta underwent the training to become a battle sister. Enduring the first of many hardships a Sister of battle had to endure in service to the God-Emperor. Even then Ishitta showed signs of a great warrior.

Once her training was complete and she was made a sister. Ishitta learned in the fire of battle what it meant to be a soldier. The sisters still renting themselves out to those they deemed worthy of their service. She saw combat across many worlds fighting everything to Imperial Guard and even Chaos Space Marines. In these battles, Ishitta proved herself to be a very capable soldier. Slowly climbing the ranks until she was the Canoness right hand. Having impressed the current Canoness with her now honed skills and now strong faith in the Maidens cause. Canoness deciding that Ishitta would succeed her. Confident she would lead the order on the right path and continue the quest. So, begun to groom Ishitta for the role. The Canoness stepping down when believed Ishitta was ready. The Canoness now and old woman and no use on the battlefield too old to endure the rigorous of battle.

Now leading the Order Ishitta did as her predecessor. Continuing the quest to find the Emperors will. Taking in those they believed still held faith in the God-Emperor and could fit aboard the Redeemer. Ishitta wishing to grow her order, beyond the limited confines of the Redeemer. Ishitta continued the search until they arrived in the newly formed The Gregorian Impreium. Meeting with Emperor, something about him made Ishitta believe that this man may very well be the one the Maidens had been looking for. She remained sceptical but was willing to commit the order to him for the time being and see. Ishitta kept her scepticism to herself and inner circle of commanders. A deal was stuck with the emperor and the rest of the Maidens that Emperor Gregori was one they had been looking for. After all this time the search was over. Ishitta pleased as for the moment she could at least begin to grow her order. Into a true force to reckoned with.

Forces: Order of the Mourning Maidens:
200 Sisters of battle.
A various mishmash of armoured vehicles and aircraft.
1 Heavily modified Battle Barge. (The Redeemer of Worlds.)

History of the Order of the Mourning Maidens:

The Order before the Maidens, Order of the Ebony Heart

The order of the Mourning Maidens history is one the date back to when the Imperium of Man still stood and the god emperor still sat on the golden throne. The Maidens at the time a minor order called Order of the Ebony Heart. Formed by the Adepta Sororitas, to assist the Ecclesiarchy in spreading the word of the god emperor to long lost worlds. In uncharted or simply dangerous space. Protecting Ecclesiarchy agents with bolter and purifying flames as they spread the word of the god-emperor They were granted a small fleet and thanks to the Ecclesiarchy were giving vast amounts supplies the order not expected to return to Imperial space for years.

When the Imperium fell, the Order of the Ebony Heart was unaware of it, for the most part. Searching for populated worlds on the outermost edges of the galaxy. All they knew was for some reason every navigator in the fleet suddenly died and wrap storms began to crop up everywhere, cutting the fleet of from the Imperium. Unable to return to the Imperium and unable to make deep warp jumps. The fleet began to skim the warp and pressed on with the mission. Avoiding the warp storms as they tried to find a way back to the Imperium. The fleet still continuing to spread the word of the god emperor.

The Order of the Ebony Heart became more aware something had happened when their fleet was attacked by several ships controlled by Space Marines of the Dark Angles chapter that had turned to piracy after the Imperium's fall. A battle ensued and the Space Marines having the element of surprise inflicted heavy damage upon the Orders fleet before the Space Marines ship driven off or destroyed. The now battered fleet commanded by a now paranoid confessor. Ordered the fleet to repair and press on. Wanting to know what had caused loyal Marines to turn on servants of the Imperium.

Canoness Angelica and the birth of the Mourning Maidens, the start of the great search.

It wasn't long after that the news emperor's death his reach the Order of the Ebony Heart. Shaking the Order to its core. The sisters confused, how could a god die? The sister turning to the confessor for answers. However, he had none and mere days after the news he took his own life. Leaving the young Canoness Angelica to lead the Order of the Ebony Heart on her own. Although young she was gifted battle sister a skilled leader and passionate speaker of the word of the god emperor. The young Canoness Angelica knew without the guiding light of the Emperor, they had no justification for the extreme actions they often performed. How could they purge heretics in the name of the emperor if there was no emperor?

These questions haunted Canoness Angelica, ordered her fleet into orbit of a populated world. Angelica ordered her confused order to gather supplies and work helping the sick and needy. Meanwhile, Angelica spent the next 3 days in deep prayer and thought. She didn't sleep, she didn't eat or drink. Locked away in her quarters kneeling before a small bust of the emperor.
As Angelica searched for answers the Order of the Ebony began to crumble. The sister's confusion turned to anger and they began to turn on each other and the planet's populace. Angelica's second in command did everything she could to hold the order together and by the grace of the late god emperor she did. Angelica emerging from her quarters. With her faith renewed, for she had realized something the other sisters were yet to realizes.
Angelica had her second in command gather the entire order. Angelica still weak from her time in deep prayer, she stood before them all assisted by her second in command to address her confused and angry sisters.

A record Angelicas address to the Order of the Ebony Heart.

SISTERS! HEAR ME!
I know many of you stand before me, confused and angry. I understand my sisters, I feel your pain. The loss god emperor. Is something we all thought to be impossible. However, I stand before you today not full of grief and pain. But full of hope. Why? Having spent last three days in prayer I have made a great realization. I have realized on this day although our father, our emperor! Is gone, yet he is still with us. In our HEARTS! in our MINDS! In our FAITH! Even if the emperor is gone his will still lives on. For nothing can kill the will of a god. His will as merely moved on into a new vessel one worthy to bare the burden and we daughters of the emperor are sworn to serve that will. All we must do is find it's the embodiment of his will. So, sisters who will stand with me and join me on this great search. I cannot say how long we must search, but it is no matter, for us the last of truly faithful we will find it. For we are the chosen daughters and this is OUR DUTY. However, I will not force anyone to join me on this quest. I will this once, allow you denounce your vows to the emperor and leave this fleet. However, if you stay I promise you will have propose.
So, we never forget our late emperor our time as the Ebony Heart must come to a close. On this day I declare a new order of the sisterhood from this day forth we shall be known as the Order of the Mourning Maidens to remind us and all we encounter to never forget. That even in death the truly faithful will still serve the TRUE GOD EMPORER!
NOW! SISTERS! WHO IS WITH ME!?

As Angelica address ended her sisters cheered. The Maidens faith rekindled, every sister of battle fell to their knees and began to pray to the god emperor. Days after her address, Angelica commanded the fleet to begin what the order would come to call the Great Search and it would test the faith and firepower of the Order of the Mourning Maidens.

The early days of the search proved difficult few willing to accommodate the Maidens. To ensure the mission of the Maidens was never forgotten or twisted Canoness wrote a manifesto. Detailing the propose of the order and how to find the embodiment of the god-emperors will. Giving descriptions of the man that would be the embodiment and the circumstances that would surround him. She forbade anyone from ever making a copy. Calming the order couldn't risk her words being corrupted and turned to evil intent.
[place holder for descriptions for if I ever get around to them]

The great search, the discovery of the Redeemer of Worlds

For centuries, the sisters wondered searching. Never finding one that embodied the God-Emperor's will. The centuries taking a toll on the sisters. The sister's number dwindling, their ships starting to show the signs of age and ill repair. Angelica manifesto becoming damaged and sections of it lost. Never able to be replaced, the order obeying Angelica orders to never copy the manifesto.
Even with aging ships and few numbers. They continued to search never faulting in their propose once, seeing the hardships as mere tests. Which only further bolstered their resolve. As the Maidens searched, they were forced to rent themselves out as common mercenary's for needed supplies and raided small settlements overrun by what they considered heresy. This earning the Maidens a mixed reputation that followed them across the galaxy. The Order of the Mourning Maiden where known fearsome warriors that raided anything they deemed heretical. However, Maidens also became known to aid to those in need. All the while preaching the word of the dead god emperor.

As the maidens searched they found what would become their home. Sat in the depths of open space the maidens fleet, found a derelict battle barge. It adrift in space. Wasting no time the maidens boarded the ship. What they found, was a gruesome sight. The crew and the Space Marines aboard had been slaughtered and the ship heavily damaged. The ship's interior covered in signs of battle, however, no signs of the attackers were found. Almost like the Spaces Marines turned on the crew then on each other until the were all dead.
The Maidens Canoness at the time quickly decided to claim the ship. A risk being stuck in open space. The Maidens worked tirelessly and quickly restore the ship, seeing it as a gift from the Emperor. Stripping down their fleet to mere husks they managed to get the barge's basic systems in working order. The Canoness pleased, she took this as a sign the god-emperor was rewarding Maidens faith.

With the battle barges, basic systems back online, the Maidens continued the search. As the maidens scoured the massive vessel. The ships name was discovered, and the bodies of the Space Marines stripped down ejected into space. Their war gear stripped for parts whatever being left being stored away and later traded for parts. They had no need for it and the sisters were surprised how many were acquiring broken parts of space marine armour.

For a time, life abroad the battle barge proved hard. For many systems were an effort to keep up and running. However, after much hard work and lot of renting themselves out they slowly managed to acquire the things needed to fix essential systems, bolster their numbers taking in anyone who still believed in the god emperor. New recruits were few, but enough for the Maidens to continue their search and face the dangerous it threw at them. With new blood, the ideals of the Maidens slowly began to change. But their belief in the god-emperor and the search for his wills embodiment never faulted. The Maidens resolve unshakable. No hardship was too great no cost too high in order to find the embodiment of the god-emperors will. They would scour the galaxy a hundred times if needed. They would find it.

Canoness Ishitta Thamus, the end of the great search

By the time Ishitta had become Canoness another century passed for the Mourning Maidens. In the time, they established themselves on the battle barge. The ship becoming a symbol of the maidens on as they searched. Ishitta leading the maidens determined to find the embodiment. Ishitta guiding the Mourning Maids thought more hardship which hardened her resolve and made wished to see the order grow beyond the Redeemer of Worlds. To become a force that would no one dare challenged. One that could truly serve the embodiment of the god-emperors will.

Several years into her time as Canoness, the redeemer entered the system of the newly formed Gregorian Impreium. Ishitta contacting the Emperor of this Impreium and arranged a meeting. Manifesto in hand Ishitta met with Gregori and to her surprise, he matched what few sections the Maidens had left on who the embodiment would be. Confident that this man was the one they had been searching for. At this discovered she fell to her knees and thanked the god emperor. At least the search was over. The Maiden could finally settle down and put down roots and grow. Explaining herself, she negotiated a deal and pledged her troops to Gregori. Although before she could finalize everything. Ishitta was called away. Her presence required the Redeemer. The Canoness extending an invitation to Gregori to come abroad her vessel in one day. So they could finalize and sign an agreement. The manifesto demanding all deals with Mourning Maidens be in writing. Ishitta returned to the Redeemer of worlds and spread the word. At long last, they had found the embodiment! Although happy about this Ishita still had a few minor doubts without the full manifesto it was impossible to know for sure until Gregori proved himself.

The order was ecstatic about the news. Prayer where muttered with renewed vigour Ishitta keeping her doubts to herself. There was no need to burden the order with her scepticism. She would merely watch the emperor closely and judge his actions.
The next day when Gregori came to finalize the deal. The second he stepped off the transport the entire order fell it to knees before him muttering prayers and praise to the god emperor. Only Ishitta remained standing, holding an agreement with everything they had agreed to already written down ready to be signed. Ishitta had already signed it. All Gregori had to do was the same.
The moment he signed it Ishitta knelt before Gregori and swore the Order of Mourning Maidens to him. The Maidens proud be to once again be in the service of the god-emperor. The Maidens eager to prove themselves to Gregori.

Allegiance to Gregori: Ishitta believes, for the most part, Gregori is the Embodiment of the god-emperors will. Although is still slightly sceptical on the matter due to his policies on Xeno's and the fact it just her nature. For the moment, least while she decides if he really is the embodiment. She is more than willing to be in service him. As she strongly believes that in time he will prove her scepticism to be misplaced.

Personal equipment:

Adepta Sororitas power armour
Godwyn-De'az Pattern Bolt Gun
Inferno Pistol
Powersword.
Frag Grenades.
Rosarius

[thewizardguy]

Name: K'Vari

Race: Stryxis

Appearance:
Among his own species, K'Vari would be considered passably handsome. Humans would be hard-pressed to tell the difference, however, as all Stryxis are disgusting to their perceptions. He is short, standing at but 1.4 m, and his skin is pale and membranous. His face is like that of a pug, with an upturned nose reminiscent of a pitbull and beady black eyes. His teeth are thick, blunt and yellowed, making grins disconcerting. He has no ears, merely small holes in the side of his head covered by a thin membrance for hearing. Usually K'Vari can be seen covered in a long brown robe from which he hangs trinkets, ranging from Eldar statuettes to a Space Marine bolt shell, an odd habit which to the Stryxis seems to indicate wealth.

Personality:
Everybody has a need for something, and K'Vari has something for everybody. He is an eager but cautious trader, knowing that while chaos and hopelessness often bring great chances for trade, they also bring great risk. The harsh circumstances of the galaxy at the moment have forced a certain ruthlessness that was previously rare among his species, but this is just one of the traits that makes K'Vari one of the only among his species still willing to interact with the shambles of the Imperium. Second among such traits is his ambition, as he plans to take all he can from this world like a vulture, and maybe retire by taking over some small mini-Imperium in a relatively quiet corner of this warring galaxy.

Bio:
After the Imperium began to dissolve the Stryxis saw opportunity. They moved in and traded with the suddenly desperate border worlds, granting them what they needed to become independent of outside produce at great cost, and great profit. But as the years went by profit was overshadowed by risk as new forces came into play. Dozens of small xenos empires began dividing up and conquering the Imperium, and worse the Imperium began killing itself from the inside. The parts that weren't being slaughtered by Chaos or devoured by the Tyrannid swarm, that is. Most of the Stryxis moved away from the Imperium, trading with other species along the Galaxy's border. K'Vari is now perhaps the last of his species within what was once Imperium space.

He leads a group known only as the Caravan, a trading caravan of well-protected ships who move from system to system, trading goods with the many warring factions of the Imperium. At full force they could easily ward off the many dangers of the chaotic fallen Imperium, but they were eventually caught by a host of Black Templar crusaders. The battle was great but eventually the Caravan was victorious, although at immense losses. Even after scavenging all that could be taken from the Imperial Battle Barge and the remains of the Imperial Escort Ships they lacked the power to properly continue their journey without worrying for their safety. Encountering a group of Daemon, Chaos Marines or Pirates could wipe out their remaining force.

Calling upon his knowledge of the feuding factions within this particular area of space K'Vari made his way over to Gregori's little empire, offering trade and dealings. While it was possible Gregori might simply have ransacked the Caravan for all it had he lacked the overwhelming power to do so with impunity, and K'Vari would have destroyed anything of value long before he got to it. As such the Caravan became a semi-permanent fixture within Gregori's domain, trading and dealing with the locals as K'Vari sought to rebuild his forces.

Forces:
In this age hired muscle is easy to come across, and K'Vari isn't picky. He does, however, have a certain eye for talent, which has contributed to his survival up until now. While he doesn't broadcast the number and quality of his troops it's no secret that he has a decent number of (ab)human mercenaries, with simple armour and las weaponry. More imposing are the large and featureless Vat-Brutes, homebuilt killing machines without conscience and unswerving in their loyalty. Rumour also has it that K'Vari employs a variety of specialists to deal with trouble makers, although their exact form is unknown. But there have been rumours of monsters devouring those who get on the bad side of this cunning trader.

Allegiance to Gregori: Trade partner

Personal equipment:
Certainly K'Kari avoids personally getting involved in conflict whenever possible, but in case it cannot be avoided he wields an odd scepter topped by writhing biomechanical tentacles. Merely pointing at someone with this and activating it in some way causes a beam of green energy to shoot out and engulf the target, usually disintegrating them. Only quite powerful armour can halt this lethal beam. He also carries an Eather Blade, a small dagger of transparent material possessing the ability to pass through armour without touching or disturbing it, and yet cut the person underneath. He is however an unaccomplished fighter, lacking the skills to put such weapons to proper use, and usually relies on a personal forcefield similar to that projected by a Rosarius or Iron Halo.

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Zuggle, Claw of The Greater Good

Race: Kroot
Name: Zuggle, The Stubborn.

Appearance:

Apperances can be deceiving..

Personality: While most Kroot are savage, consuming warriors that favor adaptability, Zuggle is a softer fellow, seeing kindness, and caring as just as important. He still consumes, and adapts, but does so with a somewhat heavy heart, knowing one must die, for others to live. He embodies many characteristics lost in the 51st Millennium. Kindness, mercy, forgiveness. However, he does have the capacity to, and will, destroy his enemies with a fury. Those that would not join him, need to be stopped, before they destroy all good. But those that when in defeat, beg for their lives, who is he to steal their existence from them?

Zuggle's warm, caring exterior however, has lead him to develop cunning, and deviousness when it comes to finding those only using him, and to plan their failure. Treachery, is something even he has trouble forgiving. Of course, many a time he allows his betrayers to kill themselves, rather than his hand directly ending their lives. By killing themselves, he actually just lets them wander into a situation where their deceit is revealed, and others kill them.

But he is not without his faults. His caring can still be abused, and his reluctance to adapt has lead to his body being weaker than some Kroot have become. With enough social workings, mayhap his fellows could be turned against him. Or one could simply shoot him in the face, vigorously. That'd also sort him out.

Bio:Born on a Tau world, one of the many conquered from the ashes, Zuggle grew up being shown the faults of others, and that they must be destroyed. However, Zuggle had a craving for knowledge, and studied many a time, Tau history, discovering the old principles of the Greater Good. He became infatuated with the ideas, and soon began publicly showing these ideals, promoting kindness. Of course, this lead the Tau to attempt to destroy him after he had managed to convert his tribe to the old ideals.
Shortly after fleeing from the tau, he discovered the Gregori Imperium, and sough asylum in exchange for his tribes service as mercenaries, and during his work for Gregori, has accepted several Tech Priests into his tribe, offering them protection from those who would enslave them. He tries to be a beacon for the Kroot, and the tech priests, a beacon of hope...
Zuggle helded many titles, of warrior, diplomat, leader. However, these meant little for him. He simply sought to bring kindness to a place so barren of it.

Forces: 3 battle spheres worth of Kroot troops, 3 Kroot Battle Spheres, with some rescued Tech priests working along side them, arming his men with imperium weaponry, rather than the simple weapons the Kroot are normally seen with.

Allegiance to Gregori: While he may not believe Gregori to be divine, but he does respect him, and sees him as mayhap the best way forwards for his people, and for his goal of uniting the galaxy under the ideals of the Greater Good. He acts as a mercenary leader, a Kroot shaper, to help lead his forces in evolution, and in combat.

Personal equipment:
1 set of Lighting Claws, looted from a Space Wolves Pirate.
1 Chain sword, looted from a battle field.
1 Bolter Pistol, modified to be a rifle, and silenced.

[TemplarKnight07]

Alexius Commenus

Name: Alexius Commenus

Race: Human

Appearance:

Personality: On the surface, Alexius is amicable, charismatic, and down to earth when talking to most people in public which makes him impressionable and likeable to most who meet him in passing or witness him. He exudes a confident aura that begets his perceived ability to keep control over a situation even if utter pandemonium is set to break loose, and his capacity for empathy is remarked as boundless.

In truth, while Alexius is all of those things, his bright exterior hides a schemer and manipulator of Byzantine depths. Very self-interested despite his mostly appearing to be selfless work, he leads a very two-faced persona to those who know him well. He takes relish in playing the long game when it comes to seeing his plans and maneuvers come to fruition rather than quick and brutal plots. An opportunist with a lot of patience, Alexius hides his calculating and ambitious interior beneath a mask of a persona that claims to hold the interests of others first.

Despite all this, he is mostly honest to his friends and allies who have done by him, in these particularly unsettled times, he merely views himself as in being realistic rather than malicious.

Bio: Alexius Commenus was born the son of Inquisitor Stefanos Commenus, member of the Ordo Chronos aboard the Errant Cohort fleet, where he has spent most of his life like others born to members of the Ordo, grooming to take over their elder's position and carry on their new objective to help mankind survive in this new age of strife.

Once many millennia ago, the Ordo Chronos was an Ordo Minoris of the Imperial Inquisition devoted to investigating and understanding the effects of time manipulation on the Warp, endeavours which led to the entire Ordo's mysterious disappearance. Now since their reappearance, strangely coinciding with the rapid decline of the galaxy's conditions, they returned to a shattered Imperium and chaotic galaxy. Keeping themselves hidden especially from their former over-arching organization, its original members used their (at the time) still formidable standing as Inquisitors to re-acquaint themselves with their time period, and began deliberating over what course of action they should take in light of recent events. Many disagreed over specifics, but all agreed that they could not stand idly by while the Imperium crumbled and humanity was slowly consumed by this "New Devourer" and the platitude of other foes that had arose, resurgent. To this end, they worked quickly to utilize their still formidable status to overtake command of the nearest Imperial Battlefleet, Thanatos, to use for their own ends.

Sending out calls on all frequencies to Imperial vessels and worlds, they called out their intent: to leave in search of a place to gather humanity and re-organize the crumbling Imperium once again. Many did not heed their calls at first, but more and more would over the centuries as the fleet, berift of long-distance Warp travel, slowly cruised from system to system. The Ordo's members passed on their positions, titles, knowledge, and skills to either direct or adopted descendants as they died, keeping the inner command circle within the fleet alive so as to keep the fleet from disintegrating and on course with their self-appointed mission.

Some systems they found were peaceful and would remain there for a time, most were in various states of chaos and war with some foe or another. Though the fleet on occasion took part in some battles, it mostly kept to itself, continuing on its course, keeping up its calls, and growingly larger with each system it went through.

By Alexius' time, many changes had occurred within the Ordo and within the fleet. For one thing, Radicalism had become the dominant ideology for the first time within the Ordo's members, which had staunchly been mostly Puritan for ages, but had slowly begun to become more and more radical as time wore on and circumstances became more dire. Such circumstances were the ever-present problem of maintaining and supplying the now enormous fleet as it traversed massive expanses of space, the light of the Astronomicon long-since dead and nobody crazy enough to jump into the Warp. Many among them knew the advantages Xenos and their technology could lend to their struggle, or understood the pragmatism behind the need to not having any scruples about raiding and plundering worlds of any kind resources for the survival of the fleet. The Puritan bloc had always staunchly opposed such ideas, keeping to the old Imperial values of faith, perseverance, and trust in humanity alone to overcome any obstacle. Cynicism grew like a tree within such an atmosphere over time though, and Alexius now saw his opportunity to not only gain power for himself within the Ordo, but to take the fleet into a whole new direction.

The old master of the Ordo had died, and it was now left to the surviving members to choose a successor from amongst themselves. Although all members of the Ordo had equal say, the Master was often the one in the position to make the final call on matters and was the public singular voice of the Fleet's administration, so choosing the right one was key. Alexius, though he was young by Ordo member standards, and had only recently obtained the position of Inquisitor from his father's passing, had developed a very powerful oratory rhetoric and capacity for debate and speechcraft. He practically danced circles around many of the Puritans with how he argued their beliefs were obsolete and not only hurting the Fleet and its denizens, but the very Ordo itself through their stagnation. His persuasiveness was such that he managed to pull off a victory, and became the youngest Master of the Ordo Chronos in its history.

With the power of the fleet effectively his and most of the Ordo behind him, Alexius wasted no time, he began effecting new fleet-wide policies towards the treatment of Xenos and Xenos tech, as well as the study of some of the previously "forbidden" subjects under past administrations. The Puritans raised an uproar, but Ordo and even popular support among the need for change within the fleet was so great that they were forced to quell their rage, though talk of civil war was abound within the ships. To this end, Alexius "arranged" the removal of many of his more chief detractors, not immediately, and never so boldly as to pronounce open warfare, but slowly, over years and years when most people wouldn't care to notice for connections, there was an exploded reactor here, an apparent suicide via overdose there, a death on diplomatic mission there, one by one, Alexius slowly removed his opponents all while appearing completely grief-stricken by their sudden deaths. And with each one, he got bolder and bolder with his plans. By that time, those that still remained who doubted his rule were cowed into silence and bitter submission.

Eventually, Xenos were allowed to enter the fleet just as much as any humans so long as their abided by the laws of the Ordo, kept the peace, and contributed to the betterment of the fleet as a whole in whatever way they could. The fleet also became more active in systems they arrived in, picking and choosing targets to aid, targets to plunder, and targets to avoid and coordinated on a massive scale to get the most out of systems they could before cutting their losses and moving on. With the help of the combined genius of various human and alien minds, and through these new pragmatic policies the fleet gained a fresh wind of vitalizing energy, though their quest for a new home was still not closer to fruition.

Then came the Cohort's arrival in Gregori Imperium space. Unlike almost all the previous systems they had entered over the decades, which were either lifeless or in some state of hostility, this one was one which seemed to have a semblance of order to it, and that changed the whole picture for Alexius, the Ordo, and the Errant Cohort.

Forces: The Errant Cohort, a rag-tag fleet of ships gathered from dozens of different systems which the Cohort has passed through over the centuries it has drifted through space. Though at its base is a set of Imperial Naval Vessels that once went under the name Battlefleet Thanatos, its numbers also include numerous civilian and trader vessels, and several notable Xenos ships, 200 make up the fleet, half of which are outfitted for battle. The Battleship Wandering Chronos is Alexius' mobile home and is the largest vessel in the fleet. Hard estimates on the numbers of people, both Human and Xenos, that populate the fleet are dicy, but it is estimated that there are several billion souls that call the fleet home. Millions stand ready as troops and battle-ready vessels from so many far flung nooks of the galaxy, though their lack of uniformity does in many cases lead to a lack of discipline or order which the Ordo Chronos seeks to keep a handle on.

The Ordo Chronos, effectively having become Alexius' Lieutenants since he became Master of the small Ordo, they work to instill his will upon the Fleet and to carry out his wishes. Twenty make up the Ordo's current official membership as Inquisitors or Lord Inquisitors not counting Master Alexius, with almost all of them having Interrogator apprentices (but they have no say in the direction of the Ordo).

Allegiance to Gregori: Currently, the two are partners and their forces allied under Gregori's banner, though their partnership remains mostly untested. The two have equal respect and wariness of each other and their capabilities, having overcome obstacles of equal calibre to become leaders in their own rights. Neither truly trust each other yet, but common interests and goals which they can both compliment help make the relations more stable.

Personal equipment:
-A Lamark Thousander Model Revolver
-Three Digital Weapons Rings (Needle, Flamer, and Las)
-Emperor's Tarot Deck
-Force Sword
-Carapace armour

[Hecticlord]

Gabriel Corbec

Name: Gabriel Corbec

Race: Human

Appearance: The first thing that is usually noted upon seeing Gabriel is the carapace armor that he possesses. What was once a ornate suit of carapace armor fit for a lord-militant is now battle-scarred and worn. It is covered in scorch marks, dents, and other forms of battlefield damage. Despite all this the carapace armor seems to be well taken care, as well as it can at least.

Inside of the carapace armor is a man in his 30s. He stands at an average height for humans at about 5’10. He keeps his brown hair short so as to not get in his way during a fight. His body is adorned in battle scars earned through his years of service.

Personality: Gabriel is a rather pragmatic man. He has seen the virtue of being able to work with xenos, as long as they aren’t attacking humans that is. This is because above all else Gabriel loves his men and wants to keep them as safe as he can. This does not mean he is not willing to spend his men’s lives, but he refuses to waste them. Though Gabriel refuses to work with any agent of Chaos. In fact he will do all in his power to destroy the agents of Chaos where he sees them.

Bio: Gabriel was born on Cadia before it fell, which makes him one of the last few loyal Cadians in the galaxy. He is also one of a rare breed for Lord-Militant, in that he worked his way up through the ranks until finally becoming one. Now he did start out as a lieutenant, but through his years of service he showed the bravery and zeal required to slowly be promoted through the ranks of the Imperial Guard. Not long before the Emperor fell, Gabriel was promoted to Lord-Militant and assigned a large battle group to go assist a nearby sector.

Unfortunately before he could make it there the Emperor died and the ensuing warp storms scattered his fleet. When his fleet finally managed to tear itself from the warp, he found that he had gone from commanding millions of guardsmen with hundreds of ships to transport them, to only a million guardsmen and a few dozen ships. He had also been deposited a couple centuries later then he had intended. With no idea what had happened and with no means of contacting anyone Gabriel decided to keep moving. In what could be more described as a running battle instead of movement, Gabriel has spent the last 10 years assisting whatever remnants of the Imperium he can find. In that time he has had to face the shocking realizations that the Imperium is gone, the Emperor dead, and that Cadia has fallen.

Finally he has entered into the Gregori Imperium with barely 500,000 men left and a handful of ships. Instead of his usual plan of just seeing if the local humans need assistance, Gabriel has decided to stay and help this nascent Petty Imperium. For he has no plans of seeing all of his men die for nothing.

Forces:
50 regiments of Guardsmen, 5 of which are Cadian
3 Cruisers
10 Escorts
A single squad of Kasrkins which serve as his bodyguards

Allegiance to Gregory: An ally. He sees the Gregori Imperium as a good place to finally settle down and give his men some rest.

Personal Equipment:
-Battle-scarred Carapace armor
-Power Sword
-Bolt pistol

[Wraithblade6]

Captain Leal Lettore

Name: Captain Leal Lettore

Race: Human.

Appearance: Captain Lettore of the first company of the Relictors looks about as pictured. Unhelmed, he has light colored skin, blue eyes, and long, silver hair. He looks about 40 years old.

Basic Relictors

Personality: Leal is very direct and practical. He long ago learned the technique of stopping his emotions and focusing only on battle, which is paramount to his defense inside the warp, and that shows in his logical, cold personality. He is not without his zeal however, which is of course for the prosperity of humanity and to uphold the will of the late emperor for all eternity. Protecting human kind from chaos is practically an obsession to him, as it is to all his brethren. Like them, he will give anything for the cause and is no stranger to extreme, even questionable measures. He has no intention of going after xenos as long as they pose no threat to humans. He may not like them, but sacrifices must be made in these dark times. The forces of chaos are clearly the greater threat. Leal is somewhat emotionally or mentally attached to his weapon and devoutly meditates on it.

Bio: For a general history of the Relictors: http://warhammer40k.wikia.com/wiki/Relictors

Beaten back by the Grey Knights at the end of the 13th Black Crusade, the few remaining Relictors with Leal retreated into hiding aboard their badly damaged Ramilies-class Starfort within the Eye of Terror. Only 23 were alive in his company at the time, and recovery and regrowth was long. Yet the Relictors were able to preserve their secrets, the techniques they had learned that allowed them to bind grater daemon souls into their weapons. Not a single one of their marines has yet fallen to the corruption inherent in such risky endeavor, which yields the most powerful warriors against chaos that the Imperium has ever known.

They traveled space, engaging the enemy wherever it threatened humanity, even joining battles that were already ongoing against the demons to assure a space marine victory. Yet, having been declared renegades and excommunicated, they were always on the run from the Inquisitors.

Now, in the 51st millennium, the empire is fragmented. Man has turned against man, and the edicts of his venerable decree have been forgotten. The High Council is no more. The Inquisition, the Astra Miliratum, no one can reach far enough to enforce anything, and thus they in essence cease to exist. Fortunately, the Relictors had been operating on their own for a long time, and have maintained their order and practices. Although travel has been gravely slow, they have recently managed to secure a small section of space and protect it. Uninhibited by other Astartes, they have reclaimed their homeworld for recruiting and now stand at about 100. They mourn most effectively by continuing to carry out the late Emperor's eternal will.

It was during one such battle when the Relictors had found and joined an isolated chapter of the Sister Sororitas to aid them that Leal Lettore acquired his unique weapon and proved himself worthy of the unexpectedly opened position of captain. A shift in the activity of the warp nearby had caused the immaterium to bulge too close to a local world. Demons invaded and psychic chaos erupted. Half of the Sisters had become corrupted and had turned on the other half. A living saint manifested and immediately became the target of a losing battle. The saint was slain. Upon her final death, her fused soul lingered. This was probably due to the disturbance in the warp that had persisted since the death of the emperor and creation of the Star Father. Leal was stricken with a sudden and possibly very heretical idea; he bound the angelic soul into his relicblade. Doing this created a weapon of such unfathomable power that the forces of chaos were driven from the world before him. Peace was re-established.

Old tensions between the Sisters Sororitas and the Relictors still smoldered however, and the Relictors soon moved on after restocking their supplies. It is some time after these events that Captain Lettore and his starfort entered Georgian space. He seeks to increase his ship's mobility, garner a few ships, and get any information he can about the state of humanity in this nightmarish future.

Forces: 1 still very damaged starfort, Imperius Immemoriam. A dozen gunships/dropships. 113 Relictor space marines, including 1 captain. Daemonweapons. Support crew that have joined them along the way.

Allegiance to Gregori: Gregori may or may not be all that he claims. Negotiations with him are with respect and honor. Desperate times do call for desperate measures, but we are not throwing the Lexicanum out the window. He is a means to an end, and that end is rebuilding the empire, but all intentions must be pure. Trade with mercenaries and Xenos is accepted as necessary to maintain a fighting force and to protect human kind. Gregori is of course human, an ally to this end, and a source of information. One day, warp travel will be made possible again, and the Imperium of Man will be restored.

The Relictors have given Gregory a standing offer to respond to any and all chaos threats within Gregorian space.

Personal equipment

Leal is a battle-psyker and can use force weapons should he acquire one.

Leal has incorporated and modified a few parts of the more advanced Grey Knight Aegis Terminator armor into his own Relictor tactical dreadnought armor to improve its psychic protection. These parts have internal layers inscribed with prayers and runes that improve warding against psychic attack, plus the Aegis armor is lighter in weight and affords slightly more mobility. (Where did he get this? Long ago from dead Grey Knights after their attack on the Relictor starfort.) The front chest of his armor has a large winged skull, and his shoulders bear the Relictor symbols. A red cloak denotes his rank and location to his men. His armor is also equipped with a standard teleport homer.

Angelic Relicblade - This is a daemonweapon, but the bound soul within it is instead a fragment of the dead emperor's soul that had belonged to the Sisters Sororitas. It escaped being consumed during the birth of the Star Father. The sword burns with white flames even at rest, its aura unquenchable. It speaks with the voice of the Saint that it once was.

Gauntlet-mounted Stormbolter on left hand.
Holstered backup bolter.
Refractor Field.

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Name: Syvarrus

Race: Eldar

Appearance

Few have seen his face, because he rarely interacted with other truly sentient species in the galaxy, except in his distant past, and very recently (In terms of his age, anyway.) Those who employ him, or work closely with him, know that he has dark, close-cropped hair, and a distinguishing scar on the bridge of his nose, as well as the tip of his left ear missing. Again, it is rare that he unveils himself, so very few know what he truly looks like, and even that he is an Eldar, a trait that is certainly worth hiding in the remnants of the xenophobic Empire of Man.

Personality

Syvarrus is calculating and quiet, more a result of centuries of isolation and lone survival than distaste for his present company, although that is certainly a part of it. You can take the Eldar out of the craftworld, but you can't take the Craftworld out of the Eldar, etc. He harbors many of the old prejudices against the "Monkeigh," despite walking among them (rarely openly, of course.) This has lead many to consider him to be cold, which is not entirely true. As an Eldar outside of his craftworld, Syvarrus has had to learn to manage his intense emotional and psychic sensitivity without the help of other Eldar, or even other living beings. Because of this, there are centuries of intense emotions subdued and buried, and he has been known for the occasional bout of intense emotion, often resulting in hysterical or violent outbursts, though this only occurs in times of extreme stress.

Bio

"I am of Alaitoc. Was of Alaitoc. Alaitoc is no more. I was a warrior, following the teachings of Kaela Mensha Khaine. Specifically, I was a member of the Swooping Hawks. I was good at it, if a little too hot-headed. I think I may have had it in me to become an exarch. It wasn't to be. I ended up... disagreeing with the leader of my battle group. It's funny, such a life-changing decision, and I can't even recall what began our little spat. I do recall, however, that what ended it was my blade to the Exarch's midsection.

What? Hahah, no, no. I was nothing at the time, no match for an Exarch. He survived, and taught me a thing or two about the ways of the warpath. After taking the beating of my life (and that's truly saying something in my case,) I was exiled. I think I was only spared because I had friends on the seer council. Then again, perhaps it was Cegorach's unknowable will. After all, if I hadn't lost my temper, and been summarily exiled, I would be as dead as the rest of my Alaitoc kin. As it happens, I am the only remaining Eldar from that craftworld. At least to my knowledge, anyway. After my exile, but before my race fell further into ruin, I wandered for a time with a group of Exodites on their planet. I learned much of self-reliance, and the freedom that comes with it from them. When I left that planet it was as a stowaway aboard an Ork vessel, which had come to the planet as part of a Waaagh! raiding party. This was before the Devourer, you see. Orks were still a relatively sentient species, and not the monstrosities you tell your children about to keep them in line. The exodites didn't stand a chance, but they faught hard, and, presumably, died well. I ran, and hid, stowing away aboard the Ork flagship.

I killed the Warboss in his sleep. It wasn't long before the Waaagh! began to tear itself apart. Eventually, the flagship, along with what was likely much of the fleet, crashed on a deserted, inhospitable planet. I escaped into the wilds of the world. With the orks warring amongst themselves, they never even noticed me. With only my sword, my wings, and my rifle, I set out into the wilds of that harsh planet. The orks too remained, but neither the local fauna, nor I, intended to allow the green tide to arise on the planet. Some orks would spawn, and I would kill many more. The local wildlife made frequent meals of them as well, but I'd wager my wings that I took out more of them. This became my path, my focus. For what must have been hundreds of years I hunted them, alone. I did take pleasure in this at first. Vengeance for the exodites, I thought. Perhaps I took too much pleasure. I shot for the knees, or the stomach. The most painful places, and I am a very good shot. I think I came close to being lost forever on that planet. I think perhaps I cam close to losing my soul to Her. Something... changed in me though.

The killing became less about enjoyment, and more about something else. I killed to preserve the life of the planet that had become my new home. I killed to preserve and protect. In this, I think I found my protection from She who Thirsts. My life became dedicated to a cause. Eventually, every ork on that planet was killed. I don't take the credit for all of them, but guerrilla tactics and near-agelessness make for a terrible foe. Compounded by the fact that these orks were leaderless and warring amongst themselves as well. Still, I do take a certain pride in my accomplishments. I wonder if that planet has been taken by some scourge now...

Regardless, I remained on that planet. Stranded, for a very long time, until eventually a troupe of Harlequins found me. I don't know how or why. Who can say with that lot? They rescued me, and regaled me with the tales of the centuries I had been away from Alaitoc. They told me of the Devourer, the fall of your God-Emperor, the fall of my people into further weakness. The intrusions of the Dark Gods into the webway. Much had changed, but I found my talents could still be of use, even in this failing galaxy. They loaned me a ship, and I ended up here, working for our mutual employer. If there is to be stability in the Galaxy, then your kind needs to be united again. Perhaps, if I walk the path just so, my actions can seal a new alliance between my kind and yours. Unlikely, I know, but I find it is a comforting thought."

Forces

Syvarrus does not consider himself a leader, and works best without clumsy young warriors getting in his way or blowing his cover. Due to this, and the nature of his work, he almost exclusively works alone.

Allegiance to Gregori

Syvarrus is Gregori's assassin, working exclusively for him, in an extremely discreet manner. He follows the reasoning of the ancient Farseer Eldrad Ulthran, who believed that Humanity should be the shield against the forces of chaos in the galaxy, while the Eldar should strike from behind them, in the safety of their shadow. Syvarrus still thinks that this is possible, which is why he did not join Biel-Tan, as he sees Gregori as a way to re-fortify humanity as the shield and shadow for the Eldar to rally and strike behind.

Personal equipment

Kurnous' Hunting Spear

Kurnous' Hunting Spear, usually referred to simply as The Spear, is Syvarrus' Long Rifle, psychically grown specifically for his hands, thousands of years ago. To this day, one would be hard-pressed to find a more accurate and deadly sniper rifle. Syvarrus knows the weapon as he knows his own body, indeed the rifle has been with him for so long that he would feel more than naked without it. If he is ever without his spear, something is well and truly wrong.

Swooping Hawk wings

From his earlier days, before his exile from his craftworld. Kept folded under his other clothes and gear, concealed. Almost exclusively used as a last resort if for some reason a job goes south, or he needs to make a quick escape. Also used occasionally to gain a better vantage point for trickier assassinations or reconnaissance.

Anaris

Syvarrus' power sword, named after the final sword forged by the deadgod Vaul. Though it's nothing special in terms of power weapons, the blade has seen him through many years, and countless close-calls, and he is quite skilled with it, should the need for melee combat arise. He wields this alongside a basic shuriken pistol in mid-to-close-quarters combat.

Personal Holo-field emitter

Once the emitter is activated, it cloaks the person when they're standing still, or moving slowly. When moving swiftly, however, the emitter makes it seem as if the person explodes into a cloud of thousands of tiny shards that dance and shimmer, obscuring the position of the Eldar within. Holo-field not only confuse the eye, making it impossible to pinpoint the location of the wearer, but they also negate any high-tech sensors, effectively making the Eldar within impossible to spot. It should be noted, however, that unlike the graceless defensive technology of the lesser races, a holo-field emitter offers nothing in the way of actual physical defense, it only offer obfuscation.

[Thecrash20]

Enyo Consulve

Name: Enyo Consulve

Race: Human

Appearance:




Personality:
As an ex Ordo Hereticus Inquisitor he is a deceitful and cynical man. Before he was full of righteous zeal for the Emperor, but now replaced with the will to survive in a universe that has proven there is no god. This has made him to be almost insane in his mannerism and his humor to all things which had once found disturbing and menacing. A strict honorable man now a shell of his former self. Even his men think him a little too much, but understandable due to his former occupation.

He usually doesn't reveal his true self to his enemies until their very close imminent demise, somewhat of a scare tactic. At the same time he finds it comical to act like his former self, later revealing his true nature later on in any relationship he has with others. While not fearing death, he doesn't like to do too much of the action himself. Allowing his men to do the heavy lifting for him, and leaving their target just enough breath to answer his questions or be taken to a interrogation chamber. He tries his best to fight with his mind, setting up situations that he can't lose.

Bio:
Enyo was saved from his later mentor, Senior Inquisitor Amaran Likin. He was just a baby of a small Agri-world that had delved into heresy. The small child was the boy of the Planetary Governor, the leader to the Heretical Rising on the planet. As the Adepta Sororitas, cleaned the palace of servants that were deemed tainted, Amaran decided to keep the boy and train him as a acolyte. His service being penitence for the sins of his planet. Amaran would never admit it, but he truly saved the child out of kindness.

Many years went by and by the time he was 73 he took his senior's place. Taking his skills thought by him, his armament, and his ship and crew. He continued all the way to the end, becoming a honorable man, who's presence would strike awe and fear to any world he was to investigate, almost a complete copy of Amaran. It wasn't till the very end, the last breath of the emperor that he became the man he is now. Broken...

If first started with his ship's psyker's head imploding, sending screams and brain matter around the ship. While a million horrible incidents could of happened in mid warp, they were saved. The only consequence was being thrown off, left alone in the middle of system within Segmentum obscurus. They thought the worst was over, until they found out they have were not in the same time they once were before. They were completely in the dark, pushing through space for several weeks until finding a whole different universe. Completely changed from the last they saw.

Forces:
-Archon Mortail (Dictator class cruiser.)
-1 Squadron of Avenger Strike Fighter(12)
-1 Squadron of Lightning fighter crafts(12)
-2 Squadrons of Fury Interceptors(20)
-1 Squadron of Starhawk Bombers(10)
-1 Company of Storm Troopers (100)

Allegiance to Gregori:
Enyo and his crew found a planet that was in the control of Gregori after moving aimlessly through space. After being told of all the news of what has occurred since the beginning of 50k, unknown since they originally have lost their time in the warp. He joined up with them seeing their is no other choice for him or his men, but not after breaking down by the loss of the Emperor. It left him broken and weak. This is how he came to accepting Gregori as the newest Emperor.

Personal equipment:
-Custom Carapace Armor: This armor includes vambrace and grieve guards, a left shoulder protector, and a chest piece that is a slick shell, quite different then the bulky standard Carapace armor.
-Angel's Regret: A Power Sword with a purple glow around its blade. It is shaped oddly into a straight thin rectangular form, not resembling the average Saber or arming sword form used by imperials. It is usually kept on his left hip.
-Primus Custom: A pair of antique looking laspistols. Crafted to look similar to dueling pistols, but have the same attributes as the laspistol. They are usually kept on his lower back.
-Boot Knife

[Tyki]

Stalker

Name: 2/2, snake-eyes, or just simply 'stalker'

Race:Human, major mutant.

Appearance: Somewhat short and lanky, completely bald due to mutations with a scaly hide rather than the normal skin, the markings of which appear to be similar to that of an Atheris hispada breed of serpent though it's normally covered up with bandages and other assorted forms of clothing.

Personality: Stalker is a rather quiet fellow, prefering instead to let others speak and provide input only when prompted unless he feels strongly about something. Outside of that, he's not very loyal to the imperium so much so as the concept of survival and will do many things most humans could not in order to further that goal.

Bio: While the actual childhood of stalker is unknown save that it was most likely either a tau experiement in reviving a long-extinct species, or a very mutated offshoot of the human race. However, the fact that his origins amongst the tau as a hunter and in turn sniper should be noted considering that his prefered weaponry is in fact the standard issue gun for tau fire warriors whether it was looted from a corpse or simply given to him is unclear. The Imperium found Stalker around the time he was in his mid teens via him quite literally hunting a squad for food, and while this would normally be grounds for execution, the fact that he'd done so through cover from quite the distance away was note-worthy enough to earn him a spot as a sniper in a penal squad where he managed to survive due to his capabilities of making what most would consider impossible shots repeatedly, a trait that was attributed to his mutations allowing him quite a keen sense of sight as well as the ability to see thermal radiation, making cover largely useless against him if his weapon could punch through it.

Around his mid-twenties the imperium he belonged to at the time had fractured, leaving him as a sort of leader of a small band of soldiers due to being 'the bloke no one wanted to piss off'. While reluctant at first, he had a knack for keeping them alive at the very least, and around his late twenties, he'd managed to retake his home planet under his control just in time for gregori to find it, battered and bruised from infighting and the deaths of so many important leaders. While most people might be averse to just simply handing over power like that, Stalker found it more a burden than anything else, and happily did so when asked, allowing him to return to a much less stressful position.

Forces:
Roughly ten squads of standard issue guard forces, two tank squads manning a manticore and Leman russ model flame-tank as well as some back up sentinels just in case they're needed.

Allegiance to Gregori:(Your characters personal thoughts on Gregori as well as how they currently serve him. This should not be filled out until after you PM me the sheet)

Personal equipment: Tau standard issue plasma rifle with specialized optics for long-ranged shots, standard issue carapace armor and snow gear, standard issue guard gear (pack, canteen, grenades, ammo packs for his rifle, fire ignition set, and rations)

[Marx]

The most Wolfen Wolf lord to Wolf Wolves

Race:

Human (Adeptus Astartes)

Appearance:

Beneath his terminator armour, Askeladd has a stern young face that betrays his actual age. He watches the world through a pair of icy blue eyes that are flanked by thick blonde eyebrows. His aquiline nose hangs over a pair of lips that rarely leave a steady frown. Like most elder wolves, his canine teeth are elongated to fangs that look like daggers when he shows his teeth. His hair is kept tightly pulled back and braided, the thick braid running down the entirety of his back.

His terminator armour is untold years older than himself and as with all things time has taken its toll. Few of its parts are first hand and while a great effort has been made to maintain its colours, there is no way to truly hide that it has been rebuilt many times over its lifetime with any fresh parts that could be found. It is adorned with purity seals scattered about the torso and shoulders, with the pelt of a Fenrisian wolf resting on his shoulders as a mantle. Finally, it takes longer than ten thousand years for a Wolf to lose faith in the Emperor and as such, planted center on his chest is the Imperialis Badge meant to act as a symbol that he and his wolves are still loyal to the Emperor.

Personality:

"For the fallen Allfather, the Great Wolf, and humanity, die well brothers," has become the motto of Askeladden's company and is a motto Askeladden himself wears proudly. He holds the history of the chapter close to his heart, even naming his company The Claws of Fenris in honour of the fallen, going against tradition of naming it after its Wolf Lord. Askeladden loves humanity nearly as much as he loves his brothers. This produces some trials and tribulations for him though when supplies grow short and his only solution is to take from hands that refuse to give. The actions he has to take in these desperate times often lead to sleepless nights, but he does he best to always maintain his composure as an iron willed living embodiment of battle.

With his position, he has learned to be humble, he has learned to be fierce without violence, he has learned to demand and to take without drawing a bolter, he has learned the value of words for more than just stories. Askeladden has grown used to diplomacy, though should it ever fail him he is always ready to employ a frost ax to the problem with extreme prejudice.

Bio:

Aske was born in a small forgotten hamlet on Fenris, becoming the first child in over a decade to be born in his hometown of seventy. The son of farmhands, Aske was put to work as soon as his hands could form callouses and his feet could blister. Surviving winters meant months of preparations, little sleep, and fasting when crops yielded little and the hunts returned nothing. As soon as he could hold a bow he was sent to the woods when the crops had no need for tending, first with the company of one of his uncles, and after his first few hunts he traveled alone. At a young age, he learned to lure the fenrisian wolves to him, so that he could drive a spear into them as they came for a quick kill. In the winters he would hunt most often, suffering the windburn and risking his extremities turning black so that he could lure the desperate beasts out. Their meat tasted rotten as if they all lingered on death's door, but the meat they provided brought cheers from his home and gave him something other than grains and boiled vegetables to eat.

He soon grew to tower above the ageing population of the hamlet and with his strength and size their burdens more often than not became his. He was to tend to the fields, hunt for meat, keep watch over their stores, and wring the necks of bandits fool enough to think his people prey. Despite his efforts, he buried more of his kin each winter than the last. This went on until a member of the Space Wolves found the dying hamlet on a hunt and shared with those that could listen the glories of the Space Wolves. Askeladd heard this and felt the tugs to answer the call to something greater than the life of a farmer, but if it were not for the encouragement from his remaining family he would have never left. While he left, he was happy to go and live a life of his choosing, though he was sure he would never see the faces he left behind again.

First the introduction of the gene-seed nearly killed him many times over, then the decade of training did its best to try and kill him again. Of the 13 neophytes, he was one of the two to survive the process. The neophyte that survived alongside him and became his fellow Blood Claw became his lifelong friend, Eiryk Hardrada, with whom he has stared into the eyes of chaos many times and come out unscathed. They were placed under the tutulage of then Grey Hunter Aesir Canis, who would impart on the two everything he had known. Several decades into his service he had seen countless conflicts across dozens of worlds alongside his battle brothers. His purpose was cast in iron; To live for the betterment of mankind and slaughter all that dare threaten humanity.

He served his chapter well and found himself slowly gaining recognition for his bravery in battle against the forces of chaos. His company slowly moved farther and farther away from his former home and by the time word reached him of the fall of Ethelred's wolves, the desecration of Fenris his brothers were too far away to be of any help. They were too occupied with clearing forces of chaos to retreat without expecting even greater losses than they were already suffering. When his company first left Fenris they were 125 Wolves strong and along the way had drawn in two-hundred thousand of Imperial Guardsmen and Imperial Navy ships. Now there were fewer than thirty Wolves left and sixty thousand guardsmen. The fleet that had grown to consist of a Battlebarge, three gladius-class frigates, and a sword-class frigate were down to a badly damaged Battlebarge and a single half-manned gladius. Their Wolf Lord was dead, his Wolf Guard all but gone, and there it was put to a vote who would take the mantle of Wolf Lord. Aesir abstained, leaving only Askeladden for the position.

Now centuries old, Wolf Lord Askeladden commands a small retinue of Wolves and commands a Battlebarge named the Will of Bjorn. His company struggles to survive, only six of the original 125 still clinging to life. Sacrifices have been made and only a fraction of his original forces continue to fight for the betterment of man, but still they fight on with ferocity that would make the Great Wolf himself proud. Their battlebarge struggles along, the only remaining ship in their fleet, severely undermanned, wearing scars centuries old. In his retinue are his closest brothers; his former mentor, his former fellow Blood Claw, an Iron Priest, and two young Blood Claws eager to prove themselves to their commander. Together they continue to abide by the final order given to all wolves. To serve humanity and to die well.

Forces:

Sigurd the Snake - Iron Priest
Aesir Canis - Rune Wolf Priest
Eiryk Hardrada - Grey Hunter
Harald Gulhringr - Blood Claw
Mathias Lokabrenna - Blood Claw
Modified Thunderhawk - Altered to act as an incredibly cramped living space for six men during their brief planetary visits.
The Hand of Bjorn - Battlebarge
23,000 guardsmen and navy men
200 chapter serfs
Six additional Thunderhawks

Allegiance to Gregori:

Remains to be seen.

Personal equipment:

1x Indomitus Pattern Terminator Armour
2x Wolf Claw variant Lightning Claws
1x Storm Shield
1x Frost Ax
6x Krak Grenades
1x Storm Bolter
1x Fenrisian Wolf Pelt

[CaptainBritton]

Vallis 'Val' Woeller

Appearance

Biography

Vallis Woeller was born to a poor family on a hive world near the Gregorian Imperium in a bordering system. The state of his family’s affairs ensured he began work young, and became a courier for the upper classes. His exploits as a courier ensured his family did not starve, though they still lived paycheck to paycheck.

When he became of age, he enlisted in the PDF of his home planet and sought a commission which, due to a gross lack of commissioned officers, was summarily accepted. Raised to the rank of Lieutenant and given command of a platoon, he led them well and true. Initially, there were terror cells that were to be put down. Woeller's platoon was always in the thick of the action, developing notoriety as an elite light infantry force. Soon enough he gained a rank and became a Captain, given command of his own company of skirmishers, named 'Woeller's Company of Light Rifles'.

However, the severe lack of duties over time dwindled the numbers as more and more troops decided not to renew their enlistments. Woeller eventually fell to this as well, becoming a mere accountant for upper classmen as he returned to civilian life.

His bouts in bars and pubs ensured he was up to date on any information spouted by the occasional drunken trader. Soon enough he heard of Petty Imperiums that had formed. He was intrigued, and after inquiring further, he found that mercenaries were a commodity to be sought after. A pursuer of action, and a man with an appreciation for money, Woeller decided upon forming his own band of men to hire out.

Soon enough, he began hiring former PDF soldiers, building nearly a company-strength unit of veterans armed with dated lasguns, autopistols, and flak armor. Next, he took to the stars with his band of men. By stowing his troops on a trade ship that dared to brave the warp, he eventually made it to Gregorian space. He roved with his troops in search of anyone who would hire.

Forces

Eighty eight able-bodied men and women.

• Command Squad
  
  
  
  • Captain Vallis Woeller (Commanding Officer)
  • Lieutenant Gunnard Dunn (Executive Officer)
  • Master Sergeant Loke Garten (Colour/Banner Sergeant)
  • Corporal Anton Bukharin (Vox Caster Operator)
  • Sergeant (4) (Logistics)

• Rifle Platoon (3)
  
  
  
  • Command Squad
  • Rifle Squad
  • Rifle Squad
  • Rifle Squad
  • Scout Squad

• Weapons Platoon (1)
  
  
  
  • Mortar Squad
  • Mortar Squad
  • Heavy Bolter Squad
  • Heavy Bolter Squad

Allegiance

WIP

Equipment

84x M36 Lasguns
168x Lasgun Charge Packs
88x Auto Pistols
352x Auto Pistol Magazines
88x Sword-Bayonets
12x Officer's Swords
88x PDF Combat Uniforms (Fatigues, Flak Armor, Dog Tags, Webbing, etc.)
4x Imperial Mortars
48x Mortar Shells
4x Heavy Bolters
16x 200-round boxes (.998 Calibre)
1x Logistics Utility Vehicle (Tracked)
1x Staff Car (Wheeled)
4x Troop Transport Utility Vehicles (Tracked)
150x Gallons of Diesel Fuel
352x Combat Rations
1x Master-Vox Set
4x Vox-Casters

[ClocktowerEchos]

Lord Regent Karthis of the Ark Imperialis

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Ingenis Karthis

^{Lord Regent of the Ark Imperialis}

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Appearance

Full Body Outfit

Personality

Karthis is an interesting man, one of both idealism and realism, pragmatism and generosity, faith and logic, nostalgia and rejection, grandeur and humbleness, purity and heresy. A member former Rouge Trader dynasty, he's no stranger to lies and greed as well as being as pragmatic as possible to brave the void. He sees the former Imperium as mankind's greatest achievement with great adoration, an empire unite across the stars but unlike so many others, he does not want to claim himself his own little mockery of an Imperium or purge entire worlds in the name of the Emperor.

This is because he doesn't see himself as worthy as taking on the mantle of what the Emperor was and despises those who do, especially those who proclaim they are the Emperor incarnate. Karthis does no live for the faith of the Imperium, but for the Emperor's ideals that seemed to have been lost so many years ago and as such does what he sees as his duty of preserving the Emperor's "truth" while also bringing as many people back to the light of the real Emperor. As such he is wary of Gergori and works with him out of necessity instead of want.

History

The tale of Ingenis Karthis starts in far back to his ancestor, Datus Karthis a reputable Rouge Trader with a heart larger than his prestiege. As the galaxy crumbled, he attempted to save as many people as his ships could carry, sometimes adding to his fleet if he came across the lone ship in the void or desperate fleet of the old Imperial Navy. His charisma was so great that convincing such people was of little issue, almost blessed with a silver tongue and a voice that could inspire even the most forlorn man. However, as time progressed, it was becoming increasingly apparent that his ships weren't enough. Despite his retreats in the face of danger and refusal of fighting, the upkeep of the ships was harder and harder even if he managed to catch a few techpriests.

All of that changed when he came across the remnants of the Wardens Aegis chapter of space marines and a Deathwatch kill team, now one of the many mercenary Free Companies in the galaxy, and their spacehulk base, the Bastion Dominus. Lost and forlorn, the once proud astartes had lost their way and fallen from grace. Like so many others, they were once part of a complete chapter with proud traditions and stout guardians of the Imperium, but once their homeworld was lost they become cynical and searched for what purpose they had. When they came across a spacehulk, they threw themselves at it along with members of a lost Deathwatch killteam. Their losses were great but they did not care as they suicidally charged into battle one more time, feeding the need of war and fulfilling what they thought would be some scrap of a honorable death in battle.

Datus at this point was old and aged, but his charisma had not diminished a bit, if anything his wise and sagely appearance only increased it. He met with the "chapter master" of the Wardens Aegis, Anton Novilis to try and discuss if they could for an agreement and let his ships and refugees essentially colonize the spacehulk which the space marines actually used very little of. Novilis would have none of it, believing that he and his men were too far in the path of damnation and nearly killed the rouge trader outright before Datus showed him a priceless relic: a recording of a speech by the Emperor of Mankind.

It was old, and aged with a price so great that priceless wouldn't do it justice. Every care and luxury had been afforded to it and its machine spirit as Datus sought to use it as a new belief that tied his people together. As the message flickered and delivered its ancient message, the chapter master could only stare at it in disbelief; the words of the Emperor, the real Emperor, alive, being told to him in the way only the master of mankind could do. Its said that space marines are trained to never feel emotions, but on that day, Novilis shed a tear once the crackling ovation at the end of the speech once finished. He showed it to his fallen brothers and they too where in disbelief, some letting their rare emotions forth. How far they had fallen became apparent, but Datus exploited it and said that no one was too far to repent in the name of the Emperor. And with that, the astartes allowed the man and his people into their home, renaming it the Ark Imperialis, dedicating to the preserving and spread of not the Imperial Creed, but the Imperial Truth as told by their glorious ruler so many millennium ago. He established the title of Lord Regent for the ruler of the Ark Imperalis as he was simply ruling in the place of the Emperor until he could come to lead once more, not as his chosen successor or will incarnate.

Ingenis Karthis is now the current head of this lineage, gathering even more colorful characters over the years such as hereteks, forgotten guard regiments, the shattered remains of a knight house without any knights, and even a few xenos. Over the years the Ark has been almost completely transformed into a livable space and although its by no means comfortable for many, the pure fact it provides protection is a luxury they are very thankful for having in these dark times. Hydroponic bays, water recycling units and repaired generators provide the Ark with its strictly monitored food and power rations. Scavenging expeditions are made to astroid belts and ruins to salvage or harvest desperately needed resources to expand and maintain the Ark and its accompanying fleet and feed its forges and workshops. Karthis met Gregori purely by chance after his fleet was tossed into one of his systems due to the turbulent currents of the waves. While he disagrees with Gregori's egotism, he does see his Imperium as the of the better ones and more "true" to the one from memories he wishes to protect in addition to the fact he can provide resources which he either would have a challenge of obtaining or simply be unable to fulfill.

Forces

Ark Imperialis

Although it may look ramble shackle, the Ark is a spacehulk and one that's been modified, altered, repaired, built up and armed over countless years. It has a myriad number of weapon systems ranging from missile and torpedoes to hanger bays to lance batters to macro cannons and even autocannons and heavy stubbers jammed in where ever possible; just a junked and random appearance gives it the moniker of "Ork Imperialis" for those who still know of the greenskin menace. This and all the other technological marvels (or miracles depending on how you look at it) come by the hands of the descendants of hereteks, thrown out of the Mechanicus due to their innovating tendencies and quickening of rituals but never quite fell to Chaos.

Life on the Ark for most is anything but glamorous or luxurious as everything is tightly regulated and rationed with the average family having a cell about six and a half feet by six and a half feet with an overall standard of living just barely above that of a hive world's if at all. Most of the food comes from fast growing grains or roots as well as corpse starch but there are xeno fungus and lichen which have proven instrumental in providing protein which the military tends to get first dibs of. More than a few people have initially joined the Ark's military on the promise of extra meat-like substances. Those of high standing however get the rare treat of actual meet provided by Eating Squigs, so generously provided by one of the space hulk's previous inhabitants; they are closely watched and selectively bred not only to be tasty and plump, but also to be wary if their spores spawn any actual orkoids.

Perhaps the greatest difference between the Ark Imperalis and the old Imperium if the knowledge of Chaos for everyone aboard the ship knows what Chaos is and what it can do. Of course its always twisted in the worse ways but its not like Chaos really needs any help in that regard. While this does mean that Chaos cults and troubles are less frequent, they tend to be more devastating if allowed to blossom, internal security measures have been increased dramatically to compensate.

Nova Militarum & House Albnorn

The main military arm and policing force of the Ark, although it is technically volunteer only, everyone on the ship is conscripted as a militia for when the need arises. Modeled on the old Imperial Guard, the average Nova Guard is actually ironically better protected on average. They boast either lasguns or autoguns and have a median between Flak and Carapace armor known as Palisade Armor which protects the chest, groin,shoulders, forearms, thighs and shins. Squads have access to grenade launchers, autocannons, flamers and missiles for support weaponry. They see themselves as protectors of the true (if not idealized) old Imperium and its ways and can often be heard shouting "For the Imperium!".

Although there aren't many, the armored support of the Nova Militarum boasts mainly Goliaths for transports and modified armored Chimeras with various Leman Russ tank turrets as heavy support although normal Chimeras still do exist as well as various other civilian trucks pressed and modified for military use. The most common weapons of these amalgamations of Chimeras and Leman Russes called "Lemeras" are the normal battle cannons, dual autocannons, dual lascannons for anti-armor and Havoc-like missile launchers for artillery.

Interestingly enough, one of Karthis's predecessors managed to pick up a Knight house who had lost nearly all of their walkers and fell into a collective hysteria and delusion. Not wanting to have their skills put to waste, they were given what Armored Sentinels were left and allowed to use them as their new "knights". While unimpressive at first, they have since become respectable walkers having been heavily modified over the generations boasting new systems, better armor, custom weapons and noble machine spirits. This corp of Sentinel-Knights are known colloquially as "House Albnorn" after its most prominent member.

Nova Navalis

The Imperial Navy to the Nova MIlitarum's Imperial Guard; the Nova Navalis commands all ships besides the Ark Imperialis who are a part of the fleet that has been picked up over the years. All ships are equally part warship and part residences to help with the population and production of the fleet and the Ark itself and like the Ark has seen considerable jury riggings and modifications. Should a ship become too damaged or the husk of an ancient ship be found, the retired vessel will become a permanent addition to the Ark.

More importantly than commanding the fleet, the Nova Navalis also has the responsibility of conducting Scavenging Expeditions. They scout out moons and astroids to be mined, ancient ships to be plundered and added, abandoned worlds to be looted, populated worlds to trade with and recon the for the lumbering Ark Imperialis. As one might guess, to say this is an important responsibility would be and understatement. The word "Scavenging Expedition" doesn't always mean actually scavenging but has come to simply mean any action taken to interact with something externally for the gain of resources.

Ordo Sororitas

Like the Adepta Sororitas and Sisters of Battle, the Nova Sororitas are an all female group of elite warriors raised from birth to believe in the ideals of the Imperial Truth sometimes called "War Maidens". In combat, they are the elite soldiers of the Ark akin to a Stormtrooper on drugs (or in this case zealotry) but not nearly at the level of the old Sisters of Battle as they lack bolters and power armor. Their weapons are basically hot-shot lasguns augmented with Tau pulse munition technology with stake-launcher attachment that fires special poisoned stakes meant to destabilize warp connections of pyskers and cause excruciating pain and death to a target based on Condemner Boltguns. The Maidens commonly use flamers and the uncommon meltaguns for support weapons.

Vehicle wise they use only Chimeras/Lemerias and have access to Rhinos modified accordingly and still with a fixation on flame-based weaponry to the point that their Lemerias even use special incendiary shells on occasion. Penitent Engines and Repentia still exist but they are not crewed by hardwired sinners or made up of suicidal women. Penitent Engines have been replaced with "Zealot Engines" which do not have their pilots trapped in them and also protect the pilot from harm with armor but their rarity means that those who pilot them are prestigious indeed. Repentia have been replaced with "Sword Sisters" who still retain the use of large chainblades, but do not have the same fanaticism or lack of armor and can be considered War Maidens specialized in melee combat and the hunting of large targets.

In addition to their war time duties, the Maidens also make up the bulk of the Ark's medical professionals, educators the preachers of the Imperial Truth. Every doctor, nurse, missionary and teacher comes under the rule of the Canoness Superior of the Ordo Sororitas and they know of the happenings of every clinic, school and shrine to ensure purity and right thought.

Given that they are more often than not the ones who go into battle, the Maidens actually get priority over most vehicles and weapons over the Space Marines.

Knights Eternal

The decendents of the Wardens Aegis and their accompanying Deathwatch killteam as well as any other space marines that have managed to slip in over the years, the Knights Eternal are the space marines of the Ark but are severely under strengthed at just barely a single company's worth. However, they aren't not warriors first, but commanders. They commonly lead companies of Ark Guards or units of War Maidens or serve as senior officers in the Nova Navalis, the Ark Fleet. As such, their recruitment process is highly selective as not only do they look for martial strength, but mental capabilities severely limiting their pool of recruits.

They may be seen as clerks and officers, but they are still Astartes and are more than capable of matching Free Company mercenaries space marines in combat with their collective experience as they tend to live long lives without the constant struggle of eternal crusading. The Knights also do not live separate from the people and live amongst them albeit in better conditions than most. Its not uncommon to see a Knight out of armor and some have even managed to form families and have kids through the help of artificial impregnation (War Maidens tend to be the most common wives for some reason but such pursuits are allowed so long as they don't interfere with work).

Their arms and armor are old but not junk and their bolters have exclusive right to any bolt shells produced and the right to have priority over any force or power weapon they so please to have as well as lascannons. Beyond that, missile launchers and autocannons are popular weapons for the Knights in combat as a Breaching Shields. Equipment such as Terminator armor and jump packs are rare and Rhinos and the few modified versions are given mostly to the Maidens. However, the Knights maintain a single Fire Raptor gunship with great care, the Herald, and is more often used to make landfall by Karthis himself and his retinue of guards and compatriots when attending contact with planetary governments.

Officios

Officios are organizations within the Ark that take up more civilian duties or specialized areas. The three major ones include the Officio Praetorn, the Officio Arcana, and the Officio Fabricus.

Officio Praetoran:
Basically the Inquisition but specialized to keep watch over the ships and the Ark as knowing about Chaos and its ruinous powers doesn't mean that the fear of uprising and heresy is gone. They have both public and private agents and rumors persist of Eldar being in the Officio Praetoran but every single person in power denies the claims stating that the Eldar are supposed to be dead and no normal haughty Eldar would work for them.

Officio Arcana:
The organization dedicated to the protection, training and surveillance of psykers and astropaths as well as other Warp-related entities, relics and events. More normal and mundane historical relics are also kept here barring relic weaponry. They are understandably heavily watched given both their value of the history they oversee and their connection to the warp.

Officio Fabricus:
Children of outcasted hereteks of the Cult Mechanicus, they are the protectors of the technology and guardians of repairs for the Ark and her fleet as well as the main body of knowledge and research as their heretek ancestors where exiled due to their taste for innovating and creating new things as well as "quickening" rituals. Given the lack of abundant resources, members of the Officio Fabricus do not sport such heavy machine implants and even revile having it to a degree after hearing about what happened to Mars but can still be seen with artificial limbs, joints, organs or eyes that still keep them looking human even under their red robes. A handful of Tau have been noted to work with the Officio as xeno helpers and invaluable assistants.

Aligence

N/A

Personal Effects

• Rosarius
- A "gift" from a particularly zealous, backwards priest who died of "sudden cardiac arrest"

• Two Tau Gun Drones
- Gifted when Karthis took in a lost Tau ship and granting them asylum and protection aboard the Ark

• Power Sword "Stout Allegiance"
- Obtained by Datus from "Chapter Master" Anton Novilis as a symbol of allegiance and unity.

• Master Crafted Laspistol "Finest Hour"
- Master crafted relic that's been in Karthis's family since before the collapse of the Imperium.

• Libre Imperialias: Book of Truth
- Manifesto of the beliefs and goals of the Ark Imperialis, teachings of the Emperor & the Imperial Truth.

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The Terrible Storm

Name: Orion Storm - The Terrible Storm

Race: Human (Astarte)

Appearance:

Personality:
He was one of the few 'Pure' sons of Perturabo, making him naturally superior then the filth he carries with himself. Still he keeps absolute loyalty to his Astarte as they keep to him. He is naturally arrogant, thinking he is far superior then any that stand before him. He also keeps his mannerisms the same as any Traitor Legion Marine. In combat he becomes quite serious and very calculated, due to him originally being a Iron Warrior and his constant attempts to make any battle in favor of him. Still he seems to hold a soft spot for his troops, while weak he finds them valuable.

Bio:
Orion was originally apart of the Iron Warriors Legion in the late 30th Millennium. After the Great Betrayal, he followed his brethren across the stars, but not to the Eye of Terror. Like many of his Legion he did not believe the power of the Chaos gods. Retreating to their own sub section of space, leaving a wake of destruction in his path.

As the millennium passed, this Iron Warrior moved up the ranks. Eventually becoming Warsmith with his cohort to command. He was a feared name through many of the Chaos force, especially to those that worship the Chaos Gods, his favorite victims of his onslaught. Although his hate against the gods did not go unnoticed. Eventually his forces and himself were effected by the spite of the powers that be.

Shortly before the end times, the Obliterator virus seeped into his ranks and the human slaves under his control began to rapidly mutate. This of course was treated as expected. Complete genocide of his own rank and file. Handfuls of Astartes were put to the chopping block and thousands of humans jettisoned out to cold space. Again he paid for these vile acts. As the end time finally began, His fleet was in mid warp. As he was exposed to the pure dark energies, he was teleported to the time of now. It only took a raid on the nearest human world to figure out what changes they had went through.

For months they drifted in Empty space until finding a Opponent they had no way of besting. Especially as the mutations returned, this time it was more severe than he could imagine. A Civil war erupted on his Flag ship, killing almost all the crew and forces he commanded. He never thought he ever have to bow down to anything again, but he was forced to save his brothers and his own skin. The Iron Warrior bowed to the New Emperor, not entirely with remorse. Orion see's the Power he holds and is impressed by it. Even respected him for his power. Possibly this could be the new replacement to the Corpse Emperor.

Orion has also suffered mutations to his horror. His Armor has almost cemented it to his body, now actually becoming his body. What worries him the most is this seems like the Early stages of the Obliterator virus taking hold of him.

Forces:

Fear's Embrace

A fully manned and operational Battle Barge fitted for planetary assault in mind. It carries a wing of Thunder Hawks and a array of Orbit-to-Surface weaponry. While it is a impressive ship it still only one craft, the only craft that Orion has been granted to hold.

The Unpure

The "Unpure" is the last Five Astarte that survived the Terrible Civil war on the Battle Barge: Fear's Embrace. All of them are veterans of several wars, but none of them are True Sons of Perturabo. All kidnapped and forced into the torturing process of becoming an Astarte. Still they prove their use far above the Human Rabble. Each one of them Is kitted out with Mighty weapons and our the most Dangerous tool Orion holds.
Marion - The Tornado(Tactical)
Xaphen - The Typhoon(Tactical)
Larex - The Riptide(Assault)
Anixen - The Tsunami(Havoc)

Human Rabble - 50,000 Armed Humans. Most are mutated to some degree. They are trained in the Degree that is similar to the old Imperiums PDF. Most of them have been gathered form Gregori's new Empire.
Vehicle Company - Several Hundred Combat Vehicles. Some he warped with and others granted to him for his disposable.
Air Wing - Over Fifty aircraft had been granted for his use.

Allegiance to Gregori:
Allegiance to Gregori: Orion hold's great respect to Gregori, but does not worship him. He also finds him a useful ally for the time, but knows to not push the man or it my be the death of the last son's of Perturabo. Orion give complete undying loyalty to Gregori, fully understanding that he is a Weapon and if he does not prove worthy, will be replaced with another.

Personal equipment:
Mark III Power Armor
Lightning Claw wrist-mounted Storm Bolter
Plasma Pistol
Jet Packs (Winged)
4x Grenades

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