CleanBreeze

Warhammer 40k: It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP

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No pictures, no, you are correct.

Is there any chance you could get on the Discord? Only everyone else is, and it's easier to discuss etc there.

@Jb

I dont want to use discord, it uses up my creative material too quickly.

Warhammer 40k: It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP

There, she is posted. I hope you dont mind me taking the liberty of saying we get a campaign medal. I wasnt sure about receiving the triple skull so i just left that to the imagination. Hopefully, more medals can be attained throughout the campaign!

I hope also that you are getting a feel for Deeks' superstition and Richs' unbridled optimism.

I have pictures for what they look like, but i dont know if we're even doing pictures.

Warhammer 40k: It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP

In formation Deek stood as erectly as he could. His gaunt figure cutting an odd impression in the line of guardsmen he was now standing with. He was listening with the most strain and focus that he had ever in his life. He was waiting for 2 sentences. “62nd Cladd” and “Colonisation privileges”. Surely they must, surely with all this fighting they cant be expecting to reenforce the 62nd. That could take months maybe even years for the ships to arrive through the void, and its not that i wouldn't enjoy the respite but then it would be right back in the fight again. He willed the words to come. But then the speech was finished. That was it. Was it over that quickly? Surely he must have missed something. That was it, he must have just lost concentration when the General-Militant said what was to become of the Cladd Liberators. After all the Liberation was won, then what?

A bright and spangled Lance corporal was making his way down the line of guardsmen at attention. With a sack filled with letters. Pushing a letter into the hands of each guardsman as he went, right up until he got to Deek. Deek held out his hand to receive the letter. “Excuse me, but i missed the part where it was said what the 62nd was to do.” The Corporal gave a conspiratorial look. “Orders are to march to the Departmento Munitorum.” Deeks hands were beginning to quiver as he opened the white envelope, in it a small medal trickled out into his palm, along with a certificate. It was a campaign medal… slowly it began to dawn on him. He didn't want it to dawn on him. He didn't want to understand. But a tiny monkey part of his brain was reporting that it did understand, and it was ringing its little bell. “You only get campaign medals if its not your only campaign” that was what it was saying. He wrestled with it, but soon it was all but dawned on him and he physically slumped. Just then the warm hand of Rich slapped him on the back. “What do you make of it mate eh? A real medal! Our very first! And not the last Emperor be willing” "Hisss…" The word yes narrowly escaped Deeks lips slowly and with a considerable amount of venom. “We all have to follow the path the Emperor has lain before us, we just have to focus on WINNING.” he said. “We fight to live and live to fight.”

Rich was more focussed with what was on his own mind, -and that vision for Rich was him and his heavy bolter, mounted atop a mound of dead enemies, perhaps even being promoted to command squad fire support team. He knew he just had to keep Deek on side. For he knew that he was rough around the edges but it was hard to find a squadmate more attentive and devoted to the Emperor. This direction to the Munitorum could only mean something special was in store for the remnants of the 62nd, who would rise again like a revenant, they would resurge, reenforce and rearm, they would adapt, evolve and overcome. Rich had a good feeling about this. Like something famous was in the making.

The remaining 3 members of their squad filed out. They were all sharing a pack of lhos to commemorate the parade in their mind, what was surely to be a high moment in their lives. Rich and Deek followed suit. Rich hefted the weight of “Lucks second”, he wasn't going to hand THAT into an armourer if he could help it. The nightmare scenario is that he never gets issued it again, being spotted by some specialist git, and this weapon was venerable, over the many months of fighting it had kept them all alive and was worth its weight in throne gelt. So Him and Deek would provide all the maintenance and special attention that she needed, guarding her like a secret relic. And a relic she was, a relic of the battle for Vernum City.

As the group neared the Munitorum building and its habs it was nearing midday. They had a look at where they would be billeted. The large hab halls each with a stretcher bunk and accompanying footlocker, they were pleased to see such luxuries, in stark contrast to the mud holes they’d slept in at the front. Every regiment was setting out a space to relax and the 62nd were no exception. After a little visual inspection of the uniforms it was found that the 62nd, smaller in number, had set out for themselves a section of rockcrete by the side of one of the buildings. There Rich set down “Lucks second” along with the mound of other equipment men had salvaged and picked from the front. There was a small fire and several guardsmen were making starch stew. First by breaking up starch crackers into powder in a mess-tin, adding water and pepper then positioning the mess tin as close to the fire as you dared, the resultant slop was if not flavorsome, at least hot and hearty. Some men had managed to scrounge some spices or actively foraged for plants on the long march back. Rich and Deek immediately put their mess kits together to join their comrades, Deek had managed to pull out a clump of dander-weed on the way, which gave a very weak taste of sage. After their feast was cooked they joined the huddle of troopers and half scooped half gulped their meal. Afterwords Rich dug into his backpack and removed a very familiar item. Spinning the scrumball in his hands, its oval shape easily recognised. “Anyone up for a game before or after we get blind drunk?”

Warhammer 40k: It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP

"Rich" and "Deek"

Name: Richard “Rich” Bower & Deacon “Deek" Hubbard

Age: 26 for Rich and 27 for Deek

Gender: Both Male

Approximate Height & Weight: Rich is 6ft 6" 102kgs and Deek is 6ft 90kgs

Former Regiment: 62nd Cladd Liberators

Speciality: Heavy gunner and gunners mate. The Gunners from Cladd are remarked upon as being some of the best trained and most efficient units within the 62nd Cladd Liberators. Indeed the regiments from Cladd take great pride in training highly proficient gunner teams. To become a gunner one must have excellent eyesight or a physique capable of carrying a heavy bolter over hell and high water. Luckily “Rich” fits the bill perfectly. With biceps, the size of Badab and thighs to match Rich is a tower of a man and can often be seen lugging their heavy bolter “Lucky Second”. When on sentry duty Rich displays a preternatural ability to concentrate without losing focus. Rich is also always ready for a game of scrumball and the pair carry one for just such occasions.
Deek, on the other hand, is less remarkable to look at, but this belies his excellent eyesight and attention to detail. Capable of memorizing the scene while on sentry, he is able to notice a hair out of place due to the moment enemies move through the area. Deek is also a profound adherent to a peculiar and almost unheard of Ecclesiarchical Cult. A fact that he is ebullient of, and is always enthusiastic to recruit new followers. The Creed itself seems to be based upon red string with as many religious trinkets tied to it as possible. He has vials of blood, tiny carved effigies of saints, and a finger bone, (hopefully the owner isn't missing it). The man looks rather silly bedecked in all these trinkets, but don't ask him about language, as he's convinced that his Cult has the only right interpretation of gothic.

Appearance:
“Rich” is tall with rolled-up sleeves, showing his impressively hairy forearms, whereas “Deek” is covered in red strings with various trinkets tied on, in full view of the enemy. Their fatigues are dark green and both are part of a regiment lucky enough to have been issued light carapace. The carapace is a variant model that is venerable and causes less fatigue from being carried than usual. Its surfaces are smooth yet angled, and its joints overlapping. Deek has a ragged wizened black beard to go with his ragged hair and Rich has a clean-shaven head and face.

Uniform: Dark Green fatigues and Black carapace if somewhat scratched by flecks of silver.

Armament: “Rich” is the main gunner for the heavy bolter, “Lucks second”, called as such because the second times the charm. The heavy bolter comes with a bipod which allows Deek to take up an unusual firing position. By holding the bipod over his shoulder, the two can advance on foot while still firing. For this Deek keeps two rags as earplugs. “Rich” is also lucky enough to have been issued a pair of prey sense goggles which he regularly lends to Deek. Thus making the two sentries a force to be reckoned with when at night. The issuance of the goggles came at company level and is a doctrine of the 62nd Cladd Line Infantry. Deek also carries a Galaxy pattern lasrifle and artillerymans laspistol. “Rich” carries a regular stubb pistol and entrenching tool aswell as an infantrymans uplifting primer. Both carry a supply of sandbags and bolter ammo belts, often strung round their bodies. Deek also carries a pair of magnoculars.

Personality/Demeanour: What kind of person is your character, what are their motivations etc, and how do they interact with others?

Richard is a mans man. When not playing his beloved scrumball game he is capable of maintaining a preternatural level of focus. His main motivation is to take out bigger and bigger enemies until he finds one that is a match for his heavy bolter. He hasn't found one yet. When that time comes, things will get a little “spicy”.

Deek on the other hand is the eyes and ears of the two, with a strong sense of self-preservation big enough for the both of them, he only sticks with Rich due to his incredible luck to have not been bolted by now. Aside from that, Deeks’ for most concern is his Cult and spreading it to as many members as possible. He views himself as being a sort of Emperors witness and bound to tell anyone who would listen. And who knows, maybe some of those trinkets he wears are lucky after all?

Greatest Ambition:
Richard wants to attain glory through gunning down some great predator and maybe THEN it will be time for tea and medals.

Deek wants to become a religious icon disseminating his Cult thought the Imperium. He just has to work out a way to get out of the guard in one piece.

Greatest Hatred:
Richard hates chaos and any other “Backsliders”, especially traitor guardsmen. He keeps a special corner of his heart for hatred towards Backsliders and as such, gets on well with Commissars and any other Schola Progenium trained.

Deek hates getting up in the morning, digging latrines and being ordered around by anyone he doesn't respect or isn't from his regiment.

Skills: What skills do they possess, how did they come by them, what have they used/been using them for?

Rich has a special proficiency with his Heavy bolter. He calls it, “Two Rounds, on target”, with this he is able to snipe enemies with this cumbersome weapon, albeit with a slight decrease in firepower. This technique is more akin to sniping than it is suppressive fire.

Deek is a great Cult member and can proselytise on the virtues of his many strange habits and practices to any willing ear to listen. He is also extremely good at noticing when something on the battlefield is out of place and can keep a mental image of what it looked like from before. This helps when catching snipers or other kunnnin individuals.

History: A sketch of your character's life and history, preferably until their arrival at the fields outside the walls of Vernum City. Give me three solid paragraphs, at least, please. You can also use this section to describe your character's current regiment, their homeworld and so on.

The 62nd Cladd Line Infantry is a unit specialised in heavy weapons deployment and sentry duties. They are a veteran group recruited from the best out of the planets PDF. The PDF practices standard conscription and training, with the tithe regiment performing the more elite training with heavy weapons and rough terrain. The hive world both Rich and Deek hail from is Cladd-magnum. A sky choked with factory fumes and warmed by furnace fires, their planet is a cold world, where even in the hive ice sheets and frost are well known. They're Regiment specialises in urban warfare and thus the transition towards trench warfare does not entirely unsuit them. The guardsmen of the 62nd are steadfast to the imperial creed as their planet is the site of a huge ecclesiarchical cathedral with a major diocese. It would not be undue to call the 62nd a religious guard, if such a thing weren't heretical and if the guards and troopers didn't take such a lax attitude to the religious creed. The 62nd are of course known for having excellent missionaries attached to them, coming straight from the planets ecclesiarchs.

If there is any special equipment granted to the 62nd it is the heavy bolter. Made after a particularly venerable design from forge world Ryza, this weapon strikes fear into the hearts of enemies due to its high speed of fire. It is a .998 weapon, firing 25mm shells. It can also be equipped with specialist ammunition in small numbers such as AP ammo, though supply lines for this have broken down and not much is left.

The regiment believes itself to be the Best of the Best when it comes to heavy weapons and constantly strives to prove itself and improve itself in the sight of other regiments, the enemy and well, anyone really. To say that the 62nd Cladd are showoffs is not undue, though it is something which has yet to occur to them. As stated before the 62nd has friends in the Ecclesiarchy and are known to be able to be called upon in times of need, every Claddian knows this. And going alongside this their natural enemy is the heretic and traitor to the god Emperor.

Rich came from such a place as this, it molded him into a man who seeks to prove his mettle in the maelstrom of battle. He was a white shield cadet in his early years and would practice building and stripping heavy bolters and other heavy weapons. His reputation on the scrumball field cemented what would be a promotion toward heavy gunner, something which he feels proud to be.

Deek on the other hand, came from a rich family but was put into the PDF by his grandfather to “mold him”. When he was randomly selected by lottery for service in the 62nd Line, his family felt sure that he would rise through the ranks to become an officer, something which he has yet to achieve, however his knowledge of ecclesiarchaical matters has advanced to no end. Perhaps he would one day make a good priest. He just has to survive long enough.

The two of them were moved to the trenches outside of the city walls in the mid-to-early days of the fighting, the Claddians stood firm in test after test from the green skins, but eventually, they started to be worn down until just half a squad was left.

Miscellaneous: Deek and Rich do not always agree on things, but they are a team. The one thing tenuously keeping them together is their job as gunner and gunners mate. Expect to see differing opinions from each of them.

Warhammer 40k: It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP

There, hopefully my writing will be up to scratch this time.

"Rich" and "Deek"

Name: Richard “Rich” Bower & Deacon “Deek" Hubbard

Age: 26 for Rich and 27 for Deek

Gender: Both Male

Approximate Height & Weight: Rich is 6ft 6" 102kgs and Deek is 6ft 90kgs

Former Regiment: 62nd Cladd Liberators

Speciality: Heavy gunner and gunners mate. The Gunners from Cladd are remarked upon as being some of the best trained and most efficient units within the 62nd Cladd Liberators. Indeed the regiments from Cladd take great pride in training highly proficient gunner teams. To become a gunner one must have excellent eyesight or a physique capable of carrying a heavy bolter over hell and high water. Luckily “Rich” fits the bill perfectly. With biceps, the size of Badab and thighs to match Rich is a tower of a man and can often be seen lugging their heavy bolter “Lucky Second”. When on sentry duty Rich displays a preternatural ability to concentrate without losing focus. Rich is also always ready for a game of scrumball and the pair carry one for just such occasions.
Deek, on the other hand, is less remarkable to look at, but this belies his excellent eyesight and attention to detail. Capable of memorizing the scene while on sentry, he is able to notice a hair out of place due to the moment enemies move through the area. Deek is also a profound adherent to a peculiar and almost unheard of Ecclesiarchical Cult. A fact that he is ebullient of, and is always enthusiastic to recruit new followers. The Creed itself seems to be based upon red string with as many religious trinkets tied to it as possible. He has vials of blood, tiny carved effigies of saints, and a finger bone, (hopefully the owner isn't missing it). The man looks rather silly bedecked in all these trinkets, but don't ask him about language, as he's convinced that his Cult has the only right interpretation of gothic.

Appearance:
“Rich” is tall with rolled-up sleeves, showing his impressively hairy forearms, whereas “Deek” is covered in red strings with various trinkets tied on, in full view of the enemy. Their fatigues are dark green and both are part of a regiment lucky enough to have been issued light carapace. The carapace is a variant model that is venerable and causes less fatigue from being carried than usual. Its surfaces are smooth yet angled, and its joints overlapping. Deek has a ragged wizened black beard to go with his ragged hair and Rich has a clean-shaven head and face.

Uniform: Dark Green fatigues and Black carapace if somewhat scratched by flecks of silver.

Armament: “Rich” is the main gunner for the heavy bolter, “Lucks second”, called as such because the second times the charm. The heavy bolter comes with a bipod which allows Deek to take up an unusual firing position. By holding the bipod over his shoulder, the two can advance on foot while still firing. For this Deek keeps two rags as earplugs. “Rich” is also lucky enough to have been issued a pair of prey sense goggles which he regularly lends to Deek. Thus making the two sentries a force to be reckoned with when at night. The issuance of the goggles came at company level and is a doctrine of the 62nd Cladd Line Infantry. Deek also carries a Galaxy pattern lasrifle and artillerymans laspistol. “Rich” carries a regular stubb pistol and entrenching tool aswell as an infantrymans uplifting primer. Both carry a supply of sandbags and bolter ammo belts, often strung round their bodies. Deek also carries a pair of magnoculars.

Personality/Demeanour: What kind of person is your character, what are their motivations etc, and how do they interact with others?

Richard is a mans man. When not playing his beloved scrumball game he is capable of maintaining a preternatural level of focus. His main motivation is to take out bigger and bigger enemies until he finds one that is a match for his heavy bolter. He hasn't found one yet. When that time comes, things will get a little “spicy”.

Deek on the other hand is the eyes and ears of the two, with a strong sense of self-preservation big enough for the both of them, he only sticks with Rich due to his incredible luck to have not been bolted by now. Aside from that, Deeks’ for most concern is his Cult and spreading it to as many members as possible. He views himself as being a sort of Emperors witness and bound to tell anyone who would listen. And who knows, maybe some of those trinkets he wears are lucky after all?

Greatest Ambition:
Richard wants to attain glory through gunning down some great predator and maybe THEN it will be time for tea and medals.

Deek wants to become a religious icon disseminating his Cult thought the Imperium. He just has to work out a way to get out of the guard in one piece.

Greatest Hatred:
Richard hates chaos and any other “Backsliders”, especially traitor guardsmen. He keeps a special corner of his heart for hatred towards Backsliders and as such, gets on well with Commissars and any other Schola Progenium trained.

Deek hates getting up in the morning, digging latrines and being ordered around by anyone he doesn't respect or isn't from his regiment.

Skills: What skills do they possess, how did they come by them, what have they used/been using them for?

Rich has a special proficiency with his Heavy bolter. He calls it, “Two Rounds, on target”, with this he is able to snipe enemies with this cumbersome weapon, albeit with a slight decrease in firepower. This technique is more akin to sniping than it is suppressive fire.

Deek is a great Cult member and can proselytise on the virtues of his many strange habits and practices to any willing ear to listen. He is also extremely good at noticing when something on the battlefield is out of place and can keep a mental image of what it looked like from before. This helps when catching snipers or other kunnnin individuals.

History: A sketch of your character's life and history, preferably until their arrival at the fields outside the walls of Vernum City. Give me three solid paragraphs, at least, please. You can also use this section to describe your character's current regiment, their homeworld and so on.

The 62nd Cladd Line Infantry is a unit specialised in heavy weapons deployment and sentry duties. They are a veteran group recruited from the best out of the planets PDF. The PDF practices standard conscription and training, with the tithe regiment performing the more elite training with heavy weapons and rough terrain. The hive world both Rich and Deek hail from is Cladd-magnum. A sky choked with factory fumes and warmed by furnace fires, their planet is a cold world, where even in the hive ice sheets and frost are well known. They're Regiment specialises in urban warfare and thus the transition towards trench warfare does not entirely unsuit them. The guardsmen of the 62nd are steadfast to the imperial creed as their planet is the site of a huge ecclesiarchical cathedral with a major diocese. It would not be undue to call the 62nd a religious guard, if such a thing weren't heretical and if the guards and troopers didn't take such a lax attitude to the religious creed. The 62nd are of course known for having excellent missionaries attached to them, coming straight from the planets ecclesiarchs.

If there is any special equipment granted to the 62nd it is the heavy bolter. Made after a particularly venerable design from forge world Ryza, this weapon strikes fear into the hearts of enemies due to its high speed of fire. It is a .998 weapon, firing 25mm shells. It can also be equipped with specialist ammunition in small numbers such as AP ammo, though supply lines for this have broken down and not much is left.

The regiment believes itself to be the Best of the Best when it comes to heavy weapons and constantly strives to prove itself and improve itself in the sight of other regiments, the enemy and well, anyone really. To say that the 62nd Cladd are showoffs is not undue, though it is something which has yet to occur to them. As stated before the 62nd has friends in the Ecclesiarchy and are known to be able to be called upon in times of need, every Claddian knows this. And going alongside this their natural enemy is the heretic and traitor to the god Emperor.

Rich came from such a place as this, it molded him into a man who seeks to prove his mettle in the maelstrom of battle. He was a white shield cadet in his early years and would practice building and stripping heavy bolters and other heavy weapons. His reputation on the scrumball field cemented what would be a promotion toward heavy gunner, something which he feels proud to be.

Deek on the other hand, came from a rich family but was put into the PDF by his grandfather to “mold him”. When he was randomly selected by lottery for service in the 62nd Line, his family felt sure that he would rise through the ranks to become an officer, something which he has yet to achieve, however his knowledge of ecclesiarchaical matters has advanced to no end. Perhaps he would one day make a good priest. He just has to survive long enough.

The two of them were moved to the trenches outside of the city walls in the mid-to-early days of the fighting, the Claddians stood firm in test after test from the green skins, but eventually, they started to be worn down until just half a squad was left.

Miscellaneous: Deek and Rich do not always agree on things, but they are a team. The one thing tenuously keeping them together is their job as gunner and gunners mate. Expect to see differing opinions from each of them.

The Grim Crusade - A Warhammer 30000 RP

@CleanBreeze I think it needs to be clarified that the two forgotten Legions are a thing in canon partially as space fillers, and partially as intentional blind spots to build up mystery about what happened to them. It's also made clear in more recent lore that they were erased during the Great Crusade, rather than as a consequence of the Heresy, and that the Primarchs themselves were removed even from the minds of their brothers, at least to the extent that exactly why they were purged is unknown, whilst their Legionaries were mindwiped and likely distributed to other Legions.

The ultimate point to make, I think, is that you shouldn't plan on getting your Legion intentionally expunged like that, because I don't plan to perform such an act on any PC Primarchs or Legions. If the story happens to progress in the corresponding direction, then it could be fun to see it develop, but it'd need to make sense in story terms; if it's part of a civil war or secession, then it's difficult to suggest the events could be forgotten so easily.

@BCTheEntity

Yes, I can see how such a lone wolf approach wouldn't work with this game.

However, legion charsheet inbound.

The Grim Crusade - A Warhammer 30000 RP

Interested. I'd like to play one of the two excommunicated legions if possible. Legion XI if thats ok considering this is all taking place before the araising of chaos then i'd like to take them and their story in a different direction. That of banishment. They have committed the sin of tampering with their own geneseed. When presenting their new descovery to the emperor it is said that the emperor turned his head away. Since then their own brothers have treated them as excommunicatus and they have been wondering the void trying to undo their mistake. The story would start before they make this fatal discovery and they would be able to interact with the other primarchs and who knows, maybe gain acceptance?

I must say though; I have not read the Horus heresy series, however i have been playing 40kRPGs for 7 years. Is this ok?

Warhammer 40k: Kill-Team Epsilon, a Death=][=Watch RP - Currently Open!

Dillan Heele

𝔽𝕦𝕥𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕪: 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝔾𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕥 𝔾𝕒𝕞𝕖 [Accepting 2nd Wave of Applications] - Cyberpunk Political Roleplay

@Opposition

Interested. Thinking of running a business or being a benefactor or both.

However, who will be playing the campaigner?

The Protection Detail

@Metronome
I take it you will be playing the assassins, but what restrictions on their power level are you placing?

Do we get a budget or is it just "go wild"?

Are we restricted to just one bodyguard character?

When it comes to terrain are you going to provide a map of the school?

Thinking of playing a British based VIP protection service.