The Night lords were never pious, their faith laid in their weapons, and the pleasure of the kill. Since their betrayal they have haunted the Imperium, bringing death and fear to the servants of the false Emperor, but not because of the Dictates of any god... until the whispers began. Some of their number began to hear them, like claws scratching at a chalk board, the doubt in their minds screaming, as if the gods themselves were trying to tear them apart. Then, like a blessing, Arabar found them. The Dark Apostle found those Night Lord's who had heard the calling, those that had been found worthy, and he stoked the coals. In secret he preached to them, behind the backs of the unenlightened fools who made up the rest of the legion, he taught them the ways of the Dark Gods, of the power of Daemons. They became his flock, his hidden chosen apostles within the Night lords, and with his charisma he drove them further than ever before. From their own legion Gene seed was stolen, weapons and armor and other equipment. He told them of their pilgrimage, and that these things would be needed for the converted to succeed, for the whispers he said, were more than aging insanity, no, they were the calls, the beckoning of an ancient power, and that it would be them, his enlightened flock that would unleash it. With that, a new warband was formed, a pious group of traitors, on a mission from the gods. It was then, that the Calling, was born.
As the Dark Gods call... Who will answer?
Greetings, fellow traitors, I am your GM, as well as the Apostle Arabar, who has set us on this path. This RP takes place in, you guessed it, WH40K. As for the exact time? Around 675 M.38, and it is a story of faith, betrayal, power and death.
We are all of us chaos space marines, specifically most of us are former night lords, all but the Dark Apostle Arabar, but you have all found faith in the gods of chaos, and each of you found it the same way. As stated above at some point in your careers of murder and entropy, a whisper entered your thoughts, and refused to leave. And it only grew, louder and more constant, like a nail being driven into your skull. Then, on some battlefield, on some world, Arabar came to you, almost as if he simply appeared out of thin air. His mere presence seemed to soothe the voices, the whispers quieted as he spoke, and you could finally focus again.
Perhaps when he first told you of your destiny you scoffed, your skeptic mind and infidel soul refusing to believe the pious fool, but it was undeniable that it was he who could stop the whispers, and as soon as he left, they returned, just as terrible as before. So, you sought Arabar out, and eventually, you truly listened, and his words worked like magic, silencing the terrible droning voices, soothing your tired, sleepless mind, and he made sense. So now, you follow him, perhaps out of a genuine renewal or birth of faith in the gods, or perhaps simply because he soothes the voices... for now. And now, his flock numbers nearly a full company of converted Night Lords (about 100 marines).
So what makes you special? Simple, for you the voices were longer, louder, and more intense, and Arabar somehow knew it, he singled you out, and made you one of his chosen Apostles (imagine really evil Jesus and the Apostles... sorry of you find that analogy offensive) made you one of his inner circle.
In this RP you can be virtually any kind of Chaos space marine, a possessed, a chosen, a sorcerer or virtually anything else excluding Warlords, Daemon princess and other Dark Apostles. Remember, you were until very recently skeptical and impious night lords, so while I won't stop you from being a berserker, plague marine or noise marine, I hope you have a good Backstory (And you will have time to become one of those, this will be a long RP.)
Just a little bit more info, the pilgrimage is not a general one simply meant to inspire faith, you wish to know what the whispers are from, and if Arabar knows he has not told you, but insists answers can be found in the eye of terror.
To that end, only one last thing is needed to begin the pilgrimage, a ship. To this end, we will start the RP by stealing a Night lords battle barge, and making our escape to the eye.
Warband name: The Black Hands
Post your characters in the OOC first foR approval
If you want to be a Co gm please pm me!
As the Dark Gods call... Who will answer?
Greetings, fellow traitors, I am your GM, as well as the Apostle Arabar, who has set us on this path. This RP takes place in, you guessed it, WH40K. As for the exact time? Around 675 M.38, and it is a story of faith, betrayal, power and death.
We are all of us chaos space marines, specifically most of us are former night lords, all but the Dark Apostle Arabar, but you have all found faith in the gods of chaos, and each of you found it the same way. As stated above at some point in your careers of murder and entropy, a whisper entered your thoughts, and refused to leave. And it only grew, louder and more constant, like a nail being driven into your skull. Then, on some battlefield, on some world, Arabar came to you, almost as if he simply appeared out of thin air. His mere presence seemed to soothe the voices, the whispers quieted as he spoke, and you could finally focus again.
Perhaps when he first told you of your destiny you scoffed, your skeptic mind and infidel soul refusing to believe the pious fool, but it was undeniable that it was he who could stop the whispers, and as soon as he left, they returned, just as terrible as before. So, you sought Arabar out, and eventually, you truly listened, and his words worked like magic, silencing the terrible droning voices, soothing your tired, sleepless mind, and he made sense. So now, you follow him, perhaps out of a genuine renewal or birth of faith in the gods, or perhaps simply because he soothes the voices... for now. And now, his flock numbers nearly a full company of converted Night Lords (about 100 marines).
So what makes you special? Simple, for you the voices were longer, louder, and more intense, and Arabar somehow knew it, he singled you out, and made you one of his chosen Apostles (imagine really evil Jesus and the Apostles... sorry of you find that analogy offensive) made you one of his inner circle.
In this RP you can be virtually any kind of Chaos space marine, a possessed, a chosen, a sorcerer or virtually anything else excluding Warlords, Daemon princess and other Dark Apostles. Remember, you were until very recently skeptical and impious night lords, so while I won't stop you from being a berserker, plague marine or noise marine, I hope you have a good Backstory (And you will have time to become one of those, this will be a long RP.)
Just a little bit more info, the pilgrimage is not a general one simply meant to inspire faith, you wish to know what the whispers are from, and if Arabar knows he has not told you, but insists answers can be found in the eye of terror.
To that end, only one last thing is needed to begin the pilgrimage, a ship. To this end, we will start the RP by stealing a Night lords battle barge, and making our escape to the eye.
Warband name: The Black Hands
Post your characters in the OOC first foR approval
If you want to be a Co gm please pm me!
