agentmanatee — Roleplayer Guild

When The Dark Gods call, who will answer?

The Forces of Chaos are an extensive and dangerous force, filled with heretics and traitors, mutants and monster and Daemons. The Eye of Terror is their home, a great rift in the galaxy, a terrible ragged hole to the immaterium, the home of Daemons and the Gods. Within this rift are many thousands of different factions, all devoted to the myriad Gods of Chaos. However, the most dangerous factions are the Warbands of the Chaos Space Marines.

Alone these Warbands are dangerous, ranging in size from a Dozen blood-thirsty maniacs to great Legions of many tens of thousands of cruel and murderous Power armoured super humans. Most often these warbands are unable to cause much damage to the wider galaxy, far to busy warring amongst eachother. However, occasionally a powerful and Charismatic Champion of Chaos will tie several Warbands together through strength and power alone, even bringing those of opposed deities together in temporary harmony. This done, he drives a bloody path through the eye of terror, binding more marines and Daemons and cultists to his cause, his Warband growing to prodigous sizes, until their momentum has built to a point that the Eye can no longer hold them. The new Warband will burst forth like the deformed childen of some nightmarish entity, intent on bringing death and destruction to all in its path. The army will spill blood on whole new levels, planets will burn and Sectors will crumble before their might.

This, is a Black Crusade, the ultimate offering to the Dark gods of Chaos. Now, a new Champion has risen, and has begun his own Crusade. Within the eye he binds several Warbands to his own, and looks to stars, smiling as he  imagines the magnificent carnage soon to come.

Greeting RP guild, yes this is my second WH40K RP to GM. This one is quite different however. For those who do not know, a Black Crusade is when a truly massive Chaos force emrges from the warp to wreak as much havoc and destruction as it can, often leaving multiple sectors bare of life, in the thrall of the chaos gods or even pulled into the Immaterium itself. This RP will be one such Black Crusade, the Champion will be played by me obviously.

Now unlike other RP's in this we are meant to be extremely powerful, Chaos Champions or Daemons and possessed monstrosities. Powerful characters(not invincible or mary sueish) are encouraged. Who is interested in setting the Galaxy ablaze? Please, direct any questions yo have to me, or my CO-GM @Yennefer

King Tyget Crakehall


Tyget sat on his throne in Casterly rock, still in his armour from Pyke, and his face still twisted in the worst kind of scowl. On his sides were his two Kingsguard, Lorch and Falwell, at attention as the King held a note in his hand, he had alrady read the letter and currently it dangled from his right hand whilst his left impatiently tapped the arm of his throne. His scowl was fixed on his meister, "So... My brother, Gerald Crakehall, is indeed dead? Yes Maester?", the maester remained bowed as he spoke, "Yes your Grace, if this message is to be believed he was killed in Kings Landing after-", Tyget tossed the parchment to the floor as he interrupted the Maester, "Yes, yes... go Maester, send a return letter thanking the lord for his... honesty. Go.", with that the Maester turned and left. Once he was out of the room, Tyget stood, and looked at his assembled lords. Some from Pyke, others from Kings Landing, some still unaccounted for. "Tell me my lords, how? How did all this happen? My lands plundered by Yunkish, Kings Landing a smoldering wreck, and the current most pwerful Lord of the Iron Islands out for my head? Who knows?"

Lord Banefort raised a hand, stepping in front of the other gathered lords with a few gentle shoves, kneeling before Tyget. "Your grace, I was with the men when the dragons were set loose, last I saw of Gerald, he was facing down Royce and... the other one, the big tall quiet one, I sent my scouts to search for him, but all we found was men dead from wounds, none of them matched his grace the prince. The only other thing I had heard was that his horse was found tied to a tree in the lands of Lord North, the trail runs cold from there unfortunately." Banefort stood with quite an effort, his left leg bowlegged and wrapped in bandages, relying on a cane to stand well.

Tyget smiled as he walked down the steps of his throne, "Ah, Lord Banefort. Thank you for letting me know that my brother may not be dead. I suppose that would be a good thing to hear wouldn't it?", he walked straight up to Banefort, standing within arms-reach of the hobbled man, "But... I am curious, you did not answer my question. Why has all of this happened? I didn't ask you, if my traitorous glory hungry brother was alive, I asked you why everything  seems to have gone so horrendously wrong... can you answer me that lord Banefort?", even though he seemed genuinely curious, it was blatantly clear King Tyget was rather... upset.

Banefort stared back, eyes trembling softly in quickly wetting sockets. He turned away, limping towards the other lords, his cane tapping against the stone floor. "I have no answer for that, my king, and I believe you know that. I don't understand why you felt that you had to ask?"

"Well, my lord BAnefort, I felt the need to ask because,", he drew Widow's Wail and plunged the Valyrian steel into the floor, the horrible sound of splitting stone heard throughout the room, "I wished to know why all of my Lords seem to be completely void of rational thought!", he stared at every one of them with utter contempt, "I return from a very succesful venture, to find my orders disobeyed by my own brother, one that is only free because of me, and that my lords followed him without question to attack a well fortified city.", he sighed angrily. But inhaled and seemed to calm himself somewhat, "Now. I want to ask all of you, who believes they know our next course of action?"

Banefort turned, sweating suddenly, a dot of blood appearing on his injured leg and slowly getting larger. His squire walked over to him, speaking a few words that only they could hear, the squire nodded fearfully, stepping back behind the lords. Banefort's walk became even more pained, but he stepped forth once more.

"Our next course of action, is to do it again." The lords growled at this, but Banefort seemed to ignore it.
"The two dragon-riders willing to do it have flown away, and with the boy injured, we have a perfect shot right at it." Banefort's face slowly changed, turning more thoughtful, he stood up straight, considering his options better.
"Actually, no, we strike at the only thing keeping the pretender on his throne, Highgarden." He coughed violently, cringing as his leg twitched.
"With their army in King's Landing, we have a perfect shot at the Hand's family and retainers. It is our best option at the moment, perhaps you send Tywin north to secure the marriage while you take the castle, Garland is a boy, a soft ruler, his castle has been left undefended in a foolish display of youthful incompetance, and we have a chance. Unless you wish to surrender again." Banefort's eyes took a mischevious tinge to them, and he smirked.

Tyget smiled widely at Lord Banefort, "An interesting proposal Lord Banefort, now how do you suggest we do that? They do have all their raised men in Kings Landing don't they? Yes... I suppose we could be there in... a few days hard ride eh? Good... and Lord Banefort?", the king turned to him, and harshly smashed his foot with his armored boot, drawing close to him, "You will not insinuate that I am a coward again, understood? As a reward for bringing this opportunity to my attention, you will live, and be allowed the lands of... lets say... House Vyrwel in full after we have taken them.", he smiled as he lifted his foot.

Banefort growled, but still managed a courtesy bow, limping on both feet now.
"Thank you, my liege, I will do my best to repay this debt I owe you, though I won't be able to command the troops as I once did." He lightly tapped his bandaged leg with his cane.
"Thank Lord Massey for that one." He grabbed at his pockets, before drawing a large crown, emblazoned with jewels and shaped like a stag's horns.
"Found this in a cellar, the design's not great, but the gold could be reforged into something more suited to you, your grace." He took to his uninjured knee, bowing his head and presenting the crown as a squire would his sword at his knighting.

Tyget walked to stand before Banefort, gently taking the crown from his hands, and placing it on his head. It was not the same as the ultimate Crown, but that would come. As the crown touched his head the other Lords followed Banefort's suite, bowing down and kneeling to their King, Tyget smiled... was there any man more deserving. He turned, walking back to his throne as he spoke, "Make sure your men are ready to leave tonight. We will waste no more time for Garland to return before us. We have the advantage, let us not squander it. Banefort your son will lead your men, your nephew will be on the field with me as my squire as always."

Banefort shook his head. 
"My son is twelve, your grace."

Tyget turned as he walked up the steps to his throne, "And? Tywin Lannister was but three Namedays older than your boy when he destroyed two rebel's Houses was he not? I believe your son will do fine Lord Banefort, we will be walking into an undefended, unprepared land of soft men who have never seen war. Perhaps he'll even bring you back a daughter in law... or at least a few bastards.", he chuckled as he reached his throne and sat down, addressing the still assembled Lords, "Well? Go! Any of you not injured need's be ready to accompany me. We go to plunder the Reach at Dusk."

When the lords had all cleared out, presumably to gather their forces, Lady Crakehall approached her Lord husband, hands linked together over her dress.
"You're going off to war again?" She asked solemnly.

Tyget sighed, and waved Lorch and Falwell away before he spoke to his wife, "My dear Leonette, I have no choice. I remain here, doing nothing and my claim will fade. If I can take Highgarden, force Garland's hand, I can take this Kingdom in one fell swoop! I must do this... and you must prepare Leona for travel to the North."

She sighed, her face growing smaller and her brows furrowing.
"Why? Even after your brother fell in a similar situation, even after Lord Banefort was crippled? Why can't you lead the troops from home? Garland seemed to do pretty well leading from his sickbed." She circled in front of him, moving more easily into his field of view.
"I'll never understand why you can't just hang this up and lead as your parents did, we'd be safe, Tyg, now I have to fear every shadow!" She sighed again, her posture changing to one of someone agitated, with arms crossed and body upright.

Tyget chuckled as she mentioned his parents, "My parents Leonette? My father was a drunken oaf! I'm like this because of my mother, I named our daughter after her because of that!", he wrappd his arms around her trying to get her to put hers down, "I do this and you are the queen! And Garland won't use assassins, he has to much honour for that. You're worrying to much. And Garland didn't lead, his uncle did. Thats why we lost... besides if I don't take the crown now there will be consequnces.", he put his hand on her swelling stomach, "And I will not leave my children, born or not, without me. I will make them Princes and Princess's."

Leonette pushed Tyget away softly, walking two steps away to give herself more space.
"You will not leave your children? You already have Tyg! When was the last time you saw your son? He's been in Harrenhal for so long I barely remember his armor. I was trembling when I helped him freshen up for your seven-forsaken speech, and I haven't stopped since."
She turned back to him, angrier now.
"If you want your children to be princes and princesses, then give it to them, but don't leave them, please Tyg! Gods, why are you so stubborn? First with this "Lord of Light", and now with this..." She shook her head, placing a hand on her forehead.

"Please, calm down Leonette! I can't lead an army thats miles away! The Reach is unprepared! There is virtually no danger in attacking it, and it will cripple Garland. I am not going to be in real danger. Tywin is... Tywin is fine I'm certain! He is a good fighter, and the Tully's support us.", he appraoched her again, "And the Lord of Light brought me back dear! If not for my faith in him I would not be standing here before you and you would be widowed!"

Leonette's eyes widened at his statement, and her hand went over her mouth. Tyget suddenly felt a pit in his stomach opening, this was the first time she had heard.
"What are you saying?"

"You... No one told you?!", he sighed, removing his breastplate and opening his shirt, revealing the scar on his stomach, "Lord Drumm ran me through with Red Rain here,", he tapped the blades hilt, "And, without a red Priest for hundreds of Leauges, I cam back! The Lord of Light himself revived me! He said I was a son of Azor Ahai!", he gestured to his scar, "What is this other than a miracle?"

Leonette was indignant.
"You... This is a lie, all of it! You... you're doing this to anger me, right? To... prove me wrong with some rediculous fantasy. Well I'm done, Tyget! I'm tired of all your nonsense, I'm... I." A tear fell out of her eye, her face contorting into something between anger and dispair.
"The others take you Tyget!" She turned away and began to leave angrily, sniffing.

Tyget sighed  exasperatedly, grabbing her arm, "Listen Leonette! Listen to me!", he pulled her close to him, putting her hand against the burnt scar, "This is real! The Lord of Light is real!! The evidence is here! Right in front of you! You have to trust me! I told you I would come home from Kings Landing, I did. I swore I would return from Pyke, I did! I swear, I will come back from Highgarden!"

She pushed him away, more forcefully than ever.
"I'm done listening to this, I'm tired of hearing you lie to me, then swear that it will not happen again! I'm going to my chambers, you may sleep with the dogs for all I care!" She cried.

Tyget wanted to run after her, to make her understand... but it was no use. He could explain it to her when they were the king and queen... then she would understand. He satlked back to his throne, sitting in it and sighing loudly. Nervously, his page entered, a bottle of wine in his arms. "Here boy, pour me a glass... I am going to need quite a bit before this war is over."

collab with @bluetommy2

agentmanatee Member

Servant of chaos

Status

Recent Statuses

Bio

Most Recent Posts