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most of them are looking for something quite specific
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I did. Part of advertising for my Sonichu memorabilia resale business.
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Even with that new data I could still beat up a trex
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i went to karaoke and tried to push my vocal range further than it could go.
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If you enjoy my posts then consider pressing here to see my 1x1 interest check. Now listen to the tale of a man far from home longing to see its greens again.



About me:
Where do I begin. I'm from Belarus, and fairly proud of it. I've been RPing about a decade starting mostly with chat stuff and some LARPs/reenactments, doing the stuff of this site for maybe half a decade now. I'm a former serviceman, and while I was conscripted I make sure to stay in related circles. As a day job I'm a programmer letting me usually work from home even when we don't have coronavirus forcing us to do so and thus I got a lot of time for RP.

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Would very likely depend upon the scale of the tech heresy and just what kind, but considering Rogue Traders often have as much authority as Inquisitors there wouldn't be much issue... Unless we go to a Forge World, and then it's just keep your mechadendrites to yourself lol.

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Every Rogue Trader needs to have proper combat teams just in case, I don't see any reason why a guardsman would be an issue unless of course their former employer is a little salty.


It was going to be something fairly sus but not particularly chaosy; he was going to have been experimenting a little too much with intelligence for kastellan robots, machine spirits, brain implants, and other shit that could be classified as abominable intelligence.
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Will have to watch the bulkheads, but if there's room for potential space marines, there's room for an Ogryn.

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As long as they don't go pulling panels or taking things apart, our Rogue Trader has a fairly ancient vessel that's been in the family for a while and the family would be fairly upset if something broke lol.

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On the point of a Ratling, really don't mind at all. Kind of had a bingo card for what we were expecting first and that's a pleasant surprise not going to lie lol. Though I suppose we'll have to wait and see what regiment he's from. Otherwwise we welcome our grim dark Bilbo Baggins.

As for the rest of the post, yeah I know there's a fair few out there who also rather enjoy a good jaunt into the 41st/42nd millenium, and while I do appreciate any love for the setting, a lot of the typical fare has left me a little jaded. Grim Dark can be fun, and it can certainly be a very interesting setting to explore, but not when there's very little else to go on. Most 40K RPs I see around are overly focused on the darker parts of the setting, the cruelty and suffering, thirsting laughter of dark gods and all that. Not to mention it is often hard to have an open 40K RP where people can come in and have all the options that are truly available.

Which really kind of gets me onto the whole aspect of "But why a Rogue Trader?" and it's for multiple reasons. Primarily, I want something where we can have a crew of a former Rubric Marine, Tau Pathfinder, Skitarii Praetorian, and ex-Arbites all working under a half-Aeldari captain. Being a Rogue Trader kind of opens the door for all that like an Inquisitor but with less red tape and restrictions. But not only that... Well, it is one of the few places where there is still some semblance of hope, where you can find some actually happy people. And that's what I'm shooting for. Some big dumb adventure in space with a bunch of people who if they were anywhere else, would be seconds away from killing each other.

However, since I have three more points of interest that I was expecting within the first 24, I figure it would be beneficial to drop what we've got at the moment for a CS skeleton.



The idea was somebody who is running away for a tech heresy he committed, and so would not be eager to fuck with his new benefactor.
Maybe down maybe a cult mechanicus fella or such
I'm going to wait for the Papal States sheet to come out then because depending on what the Pope and chums are up to influences what I do a lot.
next level of bruh moment when mans realizes he's in a cringe compilation

on the plus side, you're not the only person in this thread that's going there
Austria acting like the HRE again on board


As he ascended the steps to the White-Gold tower behind a cheering crowd, nobody could deny that the Dragonborn had not earned the crown by right of conquest, by mandate of heaven, and any other qualifier. Legate of the Imperial Army, husband of the High Queen of a unified Skyrim, Chosen of Stendarr, liberator of Solstheim, Saviour of all creation from Alduin, the purger of Volikhar, any amount of titles stemming of accomplishments could be said in his name. With the death of Titus Mede II at the hands of the Dark Brotherhood, all it took was the blood of Alduin - Firstborn of Akatosh - being shouted into crystal and forged into a new Amulet of Kings for the Imperial nation to kneel before the Dovahkiin.

Though there was much celebration following the coronation, he knew he had to get to work. The Empire had to be molded into something new, something that would stand the test of time and be worthy of the rule of his children, something that would have the strength to go on its own and at last grant the man respite.

Citizens, countryfolk, kinsmen. I address you now, on the anniversary of the signing of the White-Gold Concordat. With the divines as witness, I have always stood for the path of peace. Where the Thalmor have always pushed the boundaries of the treaty, where the Elves have shown naught but aggression and hatred, I have worked to have the Empire not rise to insults and provocations. But the patience of even holy Talos - yes, holy! - was finite. Today their transgressions will no longer go unpunished! Today the Thalmor will know justice, tomorrow not a single Thalmor will live, and the Aldmeri Dominion will be a footnote in history. For The Empire, for its people, for all Nine Divines, in memory of Alessia and Septim, by the will of our ancestors, Dinok wah Thalmor!





Greets, I’m Andy. This is an interest check for an RP set about 20 years following the events of TESV: Skyrim, wherein the Dragonborn becomes Emperor of the Fifth Cyrodillic Empire. The Empire has recuperated its strength, and now wars against the Aldmeri Dominion. If you like the Elder Scrolls, if you like slaying some damn knife ears, if you like a mishmash of Rome in antiquity and the Holy Roman Empire you never knew you needed, if you like a gritty high fantasy setting, this is the right place for you.

I'm here in the interest checks recruiting because recently two players dropped off, and while we have enough to keep going right now a more diverse cast would be interesting.



Rules are quite simple, don't be a dick, metagamer, etc. Etc. I come from a more NRP background so I value dedication more than consistency, and so I'll be a bit broader with my post schedule and say at least once a month. I am very open to constructive criticism as several players here now given I reformed some of the lore/events based on their insight, and I will listen to any such presentations of critique. However I am the God here, my say is final, if I say “that’s that” then that is in fact the case. Now then, let’s get to the fun stuff.

Here is a chronological listing of critical events to the geopolitical situation in Nirn until 4E222.




Your deployment:



The chances are that your new characters will be originally from other squads moved into this one with the reorganization of the forces given recently suffered losses.

Glory to the Emperor, Glory to the Empire.

in the long term they have the same goals. the imperials have more realistic means of acheiving them so imperials
Question like the topic suggested, how do I write a Nation? Like I understood that we roleplay the nation's citizen, but how about policy? I have no education in policy making, fiscal budget,... And while I had been spending a lot of time in reading wikipedia pages about the nation's policy/ agenda, how do I make the policies and the subsequent situation to not be an outright nationalist's wetdream?

Any suggestions on policy making, writing, and the whatever that related to nrp are much appreciated.


Check out great NRPs like Precipice of War :)
Though men on both parties fell, and with every passing moment there were less people to fight the violence only seemed to escalate with the passage of time. This was, admittedly, a fact brought on by the conjurations and illusions of the Thalmor. Many an Imperial soldier would beam with pride as he dodged the slice of an Altmer only to find that the foe he counter-attacked would burst in a puff of warm magicka. Typically, this would leave such a person open to being killed by a foeman that was not in fact, an illusion. The fact would rather quickly spread through the ranks that the merest of contact would defeat the illusions, prompting a far more aggressive style of fighting from the Legionnaires; where even a single tap to he foe's breastplate would be more important than awaiting a chance for a meaningful riposte. While this somewhat solved the issue of illusory foes, this accomplished the initial goal of such illusions of creating distractions that would allow more footmen to survive, and hence slay more Imperials.

But the valiant efforts of the squad and the Legion as a whole were not in vain, even if for the moment insufficient. As they charged out to meet the foe, the barrage of fireballs largely ceased, the Thalmor wizards instead beginning to use sparks to ensure the death of the wounded with well placed electricity. Now of course, the kill tallies moved to the archers. The footmen of the elves switched to far more defensive postures, squatting with shields held high to simply take their enemy's attention whilst arrows flew overhead upon the Legion. The greatest quantity was of course aimed at the Legate, the Aldmeri archers rather careless of hitting their comrades knowing that such would be forgiven tenfold if they contributed to the death of the Legate. Besides, who would be able to tell it was them in particular?

Regardless, the melee around the Legate was perhaps the most chaotic of the frontline. It seemed that just as he was a high value target, so was he a beacon of hope (or safety, for the more cynical and perhaps numerous of the minds assembled....) in the battle. The duo of dunmer in particular would bear witness to the savagery of his fighting. Though beneath his armour he was perhaps a few centimetres shorter than the gargantuan woman near him, Ingjald's girth was far greater; this was most evidenced when with his shoulder he struck the glass breastplate of a Thalmor officer that had not backed behind his minions in time, shattering the tough but brittle protection just as the ribs beneath with a shoulder barge. But having found himself over extended he was pinned in place by several of the foe, each trying to pick at the weakpoints of his armour enchanted at Skyrim college of wizardry. In an act of desperation were uttered but three well known syllables:

FUS-RO-DAH


As the Legate coated himself and the comrades nearest him in a slurry of what remained of the Altmer nearest him, the words were echoed by the Nordic component of the Legion. Never before had the phrase unrelenting force brought a smile to so many faces. But though the morale of the Legion improved with the sight and sound mere single digits of the foe had fallen in the battle. But the effect on the foe's morale was as pronounced, even if in the inverse effect. Elven soldiers began to back away from the Legate, but with a wave of his hand for his troops to follow he would pursue. The Imperials were now on the offensive, and though they still had much to fight through the Imperial army had cut through the illusions, with reserves of magicka among the Thalmor exhausted for the foreseeable future. This was in effect the signal to cut losses and retreat with the satisfaction of having killed hundreds of Imperial wounding hundreds more.

A retreat began, a rather organized affair among the wizards who simply took a head count among their formations and then legged it. The archers - or those that still had arrows at least - did their best to cover their retreat. Some had this in the form of well drilled stances where lines would form, volleys be fired and then some several dozen paces displaced before this was replaced. Among others, this was simply an affair of running and shooting whenever they had managed to pull an arrow from their quiver and knock it. Neither of these were particularly accurate, but they had the intended effect of frightening away more cautious Imperials or impaling some of the over-eager ones in their haste to pursue.

The worst off were the footmen; they who for reasons ranging from lack of skill and intelligence to a heritage of mixed race were at the very bottom of the Aldmeri dominion's social substrata in the military. Some attempted to stand their ground, not quite realizing that the other troops were leaving regardless of if anybody remained behind. Others attempted to do a fighting retreat, using the cover of volleys to sprint before pausing to catch their breath and parry those who tried to run them down. Others simply ran for it, deciding to use those that had not as a pleasant distraction for their survival.

Warfare in the traditional sense had ceased. For the Altmer it was now a matter of survival, over the corpse of fallen brothers and sisters in arms if necessary. For the Imperials, it was now a matter of vengeance (in the passion of which many lost their lives) whilst for others it had become a matter of licking wounds, taking stock of the fallen and trying to avoid becoming a casualty after the battle was already done.
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