The Premise
Omicron LXXII (Seventy-Two) had been 'lost' to the Imperium long before the gaping chasm had opened in the galaxy, far before Chaos had poured forth from the maw of madness that was the Eye of Terror, and even some say before the God-Emperor strode over Terran soil.
There were some that disbelieved this, but there was no denying the fact that the very name of the planet itself pointed toward a forgetful Rogue Trader or a severely uncaring member of the Martian Brotherhood! Who else would simply leave the name of a planet as a letter and number, if not a most indolent clerk of some Explorator fleet?
Known informally, and by anyone not well educated, as 'Last Hope', it was a planet not unlike Ancient Terra – the weather and continents were varied, oceans covered much of the planets surface, and various cultures killed one another for ever shrinking resources – with the primary difference being that barely anyone outside of stuffy cartographers or Navigator houses even knew of its existence; the only others would be those outside the confines of what the Imperium termed as the law, and it was for this very reason that the otherwise idyllic planet had been shaped into a seething nest of villains, rascals, rogues, illegals and outright warmongers.
Many of the cities, and there were few enough of those, were what one may find upon a civilised Imperial world – technology not really having caught up to more advanced systems closer to the Emperor's light – the planet itself perched on the fringes of the Segmentum Obscurus on the blank space between the Finial and Gothic Sectors, lending the entire globe a character and society (a term used very roughly) that made other so-called 'frontier' planets look like delicate Pleasure or Garden worlds by comparison.
On Last Hope one could find almost anything, or anyone, for the correct price – a price which was not always paid in simple Throne-geld or local currency... - from bands of Kroot mercenaries, to psykers wishing to remain anonymous and unknown away from the prying eyes of the Inquisition, to pirates, deserters, bandits and more. As well as warm (or cold) bodies there was opportunity to replicate the Cold Trade, exchanging like-for-like and walking away with Tau pulse weaponry, Drukhari narcotics, or even a piece of jewellery that was capable of killing someone on command.
Be all this as it may, the filth that has flowed forth from the Eye since the forming of the Cicatrix Maledictum has become a problem even to the unsavoury denizens of Last Hope; cults have formed under the very nose of the gang and mob bosses, strange symbols that hurt the eyes have been scrawled in alleyways and on street corners, and tittering workers have been seen with uncomfortable pendants about their throats or cursed symbols branded into their very flesh.
All-in-all it would be a fine idea for those that do not wish to see themselves dead to use Omicron LXXII as a staging post for future endeavours, away from the prying eyes of the Imperium and the multitude of agents that serve it...this is where you enter the tale.
Malcador's Scrotum is truly one of the seediest watering holes on one of the planets multiple landmasses, located in the dark underbelly of New Cadia City (named by some very imaginative soul), it is filled to the brim with all manner of murderers, rapists and general cut-throats yet paradoxically is also the finest place to find hired muscle if one is in need of it.
You – human or mutant, good or evil, loyal or no – have been drawn here by the vestiges of fate for your own purposes and due to your own motivations. Perhaps you are simply seeking some low-quality gut rot to sooth your headache, maybe looking to indulge in more flesh based pleasures, or even just spoiling for a fight?
You may also know one another, by reputation, sight, or acquaintance, or you may have never met in your life – such details are ultimately irrelevant at this juncture, though could become a problem in the future...
Your life will soon be changed, for better or worse, in one way or another, because where you are is none other than the lowest of the low and the bottom of the bottom! You are currently confined to a backwater shithole far from the Emperor's Light, and certainly the only way from here is up?
And the Rest
I'm going to say, and ask of you, quite little in comparison to what I usually request - and so I shall make this short and easy!
1. Use your common sense when it comes to following the rules, this is 18+ so don't worry about getting gritty and gory, should you want to engage in sexually explicit activities (as doubtful as that is) then I'll leave it to you to once more use some common sense (and decency and decorum). If you get in an argument with another writer - for god modding etc - then bring it to my attention or settle it outside of the OOC thread.
2. I am aiming for this to be both a fun time and a narrative ride, which means 'audience participation' on most matters; think we've been bogged down in a scenario/storyline for too long? Speak up, even suggest an alternative and we'll see what everyone thinks. Not sure if something is correct/would happen/can happen? Again, just ask and we'll take it from there. Ultimately I'd like this to evolve as a story, changes coming over characters and arcs happening within arcs.
3. Think about others when penning your next post, pretty self explanatory.
4. I'm not going to ask for Character Sheets - I'd rather folks let their writing do the talking! - But, as GM, I would ask that a brief summary of the character (motives, name, a possible secret or two) be PM'ed to me before making your first post.
5. This is an 'Advanced' RP, self explanatory.
6. If you're reading this and wish to join after we've gotten going then please feel free to send a PM my way with a character, we can go from there. If you're already writing and are going to/wish to disappear then please just have the courtesy to say so, I won't kill off or relegate your character unless you're leaving us for good.
7. I'm going to leave this roleplay as a pretty malleable one in terms of character actions and so on - again this relies on common sense for the most part - with writers able to do most things within the limitations of the 40k universe and current situation; if in doubt, consult with the other writers/give me a shout.
8 That is all!
Questions welcome. Sorry about all the reading.
