GOATPlumber

Warhammer 40K: His Angels of Death

Lightstrikers

Founding Chapter: Iron Hands
Founding: Ultima Founding
Chapter Master: Ceris Antonius - A talented marine of immense potential, though his experience, much like his fellow marines in the chapter, is very low compared to what you would expect from seasoned Chapter Master. He himself is a talented Apothecary, which is not surprising considering the tendency for their homeworld to crop up medical experts.
Homeworld: Plotinus, a world dedicated to the training of medical personnel to be sent across the entire Imperium. It is said that the Night Lords once descended upon the planet, and terrorized the world during the Great Crusade. The memory still lingers in the culture of the planet, and as such, they are immensely suspicious of any outsiders that grace their system, and are utterly terrified of the memory of the Night Haunter.
Fortress-Monastery: Yura, a massive, Nemesis-class Carrier gifted to the chapter for their exemplary support in various campaigns of the Ultramarines. It is a rather gaudy, beautiful piece of art, as it has been retrofitted by the chapter to embody their ideals of Beauty, Freedom and Enlightenment.
Colours: White and Gold
Specialty: The speciality of the Lightstrikers is the entrenchment into a particular area, the creation of decentralized bases across the battlefield, and of course, the treatment of allied forces with cybernetics, such as replacing the severed limbs of a marine with cybernetic counterparts. In addition, they also bring battle servitors to battle.

Void Strength Present:
The Lord of Ascension: Strike Cruiser specializing in stealth.
Marquis of Enlightenment: Destroyer equipped to produce arms and wargear in orbit of a planet.
Mankind’s Strength: Destroyer specializing in stealth operations and long-range void combat.
Ground Strength Present:
Captain Phobos Medea
Total: 60 Primaris Marines, 3 Tanks
3 Apothecaries
2 Primaris Librarians
5 Tech Marines
5 Primaris Incursors
10 Primaris Hellblasters
20 Primaris Intercessors
5 Primaris Terminators
1 Gladiator
2 Land Raiders

History: The history of the Lighstrikers is rather sparse, as the little experience they have was mostly support roles during campaigns and crusades of other Chapters. It is said that the first marines of the chapter were acquainted with the Blood Angels and Salamanders, and were taught the ways of war by these Chapters. Because of this, they have a distinct rejection of their parent Chapter’s disregard for humanity, but still retain the affinity towards cybernetics. To them, the ascension and improvement of mankind must be harmonized with the most beautiful parts of humanity, and that humanity must have its wings spread in order to reach the brink of transcendence. As such, they have a particular affinity towards the seeking out of STCs and various technologies of the past, as they believe that humanity was on the cusp of something truly great before the Age of Strife, though this is merely a form of speculation on their part.
Recruitment & Training: The recruitment practices of the Lightstrikers is notable in that they lean heavily into intellectual tests more so than their brethren in other Chapters. The first of these tests relies on the abilities of the initiate to identify various deceptions and trickeries, as well as the identifiable taint of assorted threats ranging from Xenos information hazards to the deception of Chaos. The last of these tests is a simple one: to see if they have retained the enlightened parts of their humanity throughout all the tests. If the initiate has become something inhuman, then they are rejected and their prospect of receiving Geneseed are broken. Nevertheless, they still possess rigorous training regiments and recruitment requirements on the physical side of things.
Notable Relics: The Chapter has only one relic, an old piece of technology dating back to the Age of Strife— the result of an STC— which resembles some sort of box at first glance, but quickly deploys various advanced nanobots to construct fortifications. Currently, the relic is known as the “Sophic Receptacle” due to its ability to take in data from the outside world and construct fortifications that are most suited to the environment it finds itself in. However, the fortifications are rather subpar, and are secondary to the true function of the Receptacle, which is the creation of a factory in which organic beings can be retrofitted with various cybernetic augmentations— though the data that the Receptacle has absorbed is only that of the modern day and of the same level as the tech of the Mechanicus. The “factory” itself takes quite a while to build, and is only about the size of a small base of operations, which barely makes it a factory at all.
Notable Members: The most notable members of the Chapter are the “Twin Tempests,” a pair of Librarians that once assisted the Ultramarines in a campaign to such an extent that they were given honorary gifts from the Chapter Master of the Ultramarines himself. Those being two ceremonial swords given to each of them. Of course, the specialize in support roles, such as healing and reinforcing the capabilities of other marines, but have very little actual experience on the field.

Warhammer 40K: His Angels of Death

Are homebrew Chapters allowed? Kind of have an idea for a Night Lords successor chapter.

Maybe I'm Not Normal? [Nasu RP looking for GM]

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Maybe I'm Not Normal? [Nasu RP looking for GM]

With the coming of the second millennium, comes uncertainty on where mankind’s path is heading towards. Perhaps the weak powers of the world would rise to take prominence? Maybe the promises of technology would finally let mankind get past its squabbles? Yet, with all these expectations, the phantom of the past still haunts the present.

Deep beneath the underground of Tokyo, the remnants of the Ahnenerbe’s research into magical phenomenon has been reclaimed, given new life by members of the Sponheim Abbey. Their research, is of course, heretical, and as such has been hidden from the rest of mage society - with some very powerful sponsors backing them up.

Many of the participants in their tests were either fooled into believing their contracts were far more mild in nature, or were non-magical individuals kidnapped due to their relative weakness against the mages. What resulted was twenty years of experimentation and research, all focused around the various magical abominations that the Ahnenerbe thought up.

To the mages that took in their research, the Ahnenerbe had achieved some truly extraordinary things in their very short-lived existence. Though their focus was mostly on the old mysteries that the organization had found, ultimately, it was the research into human transformation that would truly elevate their work to new heights.

It seemed that the mysteries of bygone ages could be reclaimed, and perhaps even the path to the Truth realized in a short time with what they had access to, but something went… wrong… One of their subjects escaped.

Meanwhile on the other side of the world, an organization would be formed to research biological and drug-induced mind control technology inherited from Project Paperclip - an initiative to bring German scientists after the second world war to America for their expertise. These scientists, however, were only truly involved in the technological aspect of the operations of Germany, and as such, were ignorant of the Ahnenerbe’s true undertakings.

Of course, the Soviet Union acquired their own scientists as well, necessitating the existence of the organization itself, and with their rival’s collapse, came a scattering of technologies across the world. The dissolution of the USSR meant several entities had access to these technologies, and that the facilities used to store any experimental subjects were left to rot, allowing some to escape.

The initiative of the organization in the present is to capture these few subjects, and begin research into their rival’s findings. Of course, in the present day, things have been mostly contained, however, there have been some strange incidents in the streets of Tokyo. From mysterious mass disappearances, to extremely violent murder scenes that made even the most seasoned of detectives hurl.

It seems to the organization that Tokyo - a previously unprecedented location for subjects - has become the playground of a particularly violent one. But truth be told, this “Advanced Research Specimen (ARS)” was in fact the one that escaped the Abbey mages’ facilities, currently on the run, fending for its life in a foreign city.

What will this wayward soul face in the coming days? Who knows, only fate can truly tell.

Hello! It is I, GOATPlumber, and I am currently looking for a GM for the plot above, in which I will be the escaped subject. I will provide details in the thread or in DMs about the exact character sheet once someone has shown interest in GMing this!

Fate/Dark Heritage

The night was dark. Enough to suffocate the world itself with the sheer lack of light. It was as if the moon and sun had been removed from the Earth’s view, leaving it in complete, cold darkness. Its source? The Ghost Liner that had traveled to the middle of the city, to where it sensed its first victim to be.

Meanwhile, up in his ivory tower, the Lord of the Clocktower observed through familiars the entity that had just emerged from the shadows. Of course, he was afraid - not that he would admit it. The message from the Overseers meant that whatever it was that entered his territory was something that not even his Servant alone could deal with.

But before he could even hope to change anything, something shifted in the bounded fields that he had casted over the high-rise hotel. It was not subtle at all. An abrupt, erratic change in the air that shook him to the core. He was sweating now, a cold chill running up his spine.

It had entered the hotel. That by itself was cause for concern - if not downright panic - however, what came with it was even worse. Countless humans had become distorted, shifted into something abominable, their souls twisted into an alien form. From what he gathered, it was similar to the curse of the Dead Apostles, yet so much different from them.

“Fellow participants…” His voice was shaky, an audible tremble to it.

“...one of the Ghost Liners has entered my workshop. I am sending you the coordinates of my workshop immediately…” It was abundantly clear that the man was afraid, even from the familiars that he used to communicate with the others and the Overseers.

Upon hearing this news, the Overseers immediately opened up their communications: “Attention all participants of the War: the first Ghost Liner has been spotted in the workshop of one of the participants. The coordinates shall be sent to you shortly.” And with that, the location of the Lord’s workshop was relayed to the rest of the participants. Hopefully, he would somehow keep his pride, the Lord thought to himself.

But in the darkness near the workshop, something else emerged, a being cloaked in corrupted light that sought to destroy the one that had tried to kill it. It was the second Ghost Liner that had emerged, and it simply watched what was to occur in silent observation.

“Interesting…”

Fate/Dark Heritage

I will not be erased

Deep within the Grail, something stirred, a man- no, an entire lineage of souls - all melded into one body. It was not unlike the machinations of a certain bloodsucker, but far more chaotic. The mixture of the countless thoughts writhed, one moment wishing for death, and the other, utterly disgusted at the thought of going quietly into that good night.

Indeed, it would not be erased. That was the wish that all souls shared collectively - even if they wished for death, they still sought to be remembered in some way - that was simply the depth of their pride that even in this state of undeath, they still wished to leave a mark.

And leave a mark they would. Kyoto would be turned into rubble, that was the last wish of a dying clan. From the very deepest crevices of the Grail’s power, the chimeric existence that was once the Fujiwara clan summoned forth a single soul.

Blackness and shadows would coalesce into the center, the screams of over twenty thousand men, women and children crying slowly getting louder and louder as the swirling vortex of black particles began to speed up more and more. Within the cavern of the Grail’s storage, the holy waters that made up the lifeblood of the artifact stirred, as if it was boiled to the point that the primordial stew within it would separate into different parts.

It was like the heating of a vegetable to remove the starch - the separation of corruption from the pure. For decades, the part of the Grail that had been corrupted and the parts that remained pure were entangled in each other, neutralizing each other’s effects, but now? They had wholly separated with the summoning of the Ghost Liner.

The shadows faded, and the Spirit emerged from the canopy of black. There was a moment of realization, of the circumstances of the summoning as he stared at the pitiful, chimeric mass of flesh and spiritual residue in front of him, but that moment of thoughtful rebellion would be banished the moment its Master opened its many mouths to speak: “With my command spells, I order to you to put a stain on this very land, to engrave the very legend that you so despise into your very existence.”

Many voices spoke in unison - one of the only times they were united - and the crimson flames started to engulf the Servant.

He screamed, his pale skin and hair seemingly stretching and pulling as his body began to transform, and in his last breaths of sanity, he spoke: “I am not a vampire!”

The screams would continue for a while, before suddenly being cut off by an eerie silence. With the emergence of this new form, the chimeric existence began to calm down, and the Servant looked at its Master, before uttering opening its mouth: “Disgusting.”

Those were the last words the chimera would hear, before it was enveloped in hundreds of small stakes, all of them piercing the flesh of the gelatinous form, yet it could not recover, unable to regenerate - a curse placed on him by the newly crowned prince of darkness, and the ruler of the Grail.

As the form of its “Master” began to fade away, the Servant would slowly approach the exit to the cavern, the shadows seemingly following him, as if he was their master. As he approached the surface, bats began to become visible in the light of the moon, shining so silently through the forest - oh yes, it was a forest, as he emerged from the entrance of the cavern and quickly glimpsed the full moon high above, illuminating the trees.

“Ha.” He would chuckle, holding his precious spear in his hand.

“Hahaha!” The laughter would not be heard by anyone else, but he still laughed anyway.

“What a wonderful world! Truly, it is ripe for corruption!” He would laugh and laugh, as the corrupted mud of the Grail would follow him, shadowing their master, but in the depths of the cavern, something else would begin to form. As the vampire would leave the scene, a single remnant of its Master would crawl into the pit that still had the purity of the Grail, a single puddle left from the overflowing of the goblet as the corrupted mud rapidly exited its form.

Slowly but surely, nerves began to form, then bones, and then flesh, before finally, over the course of minutes, the form of a human began to finally take shape. He was mature, barely above his thirties, and for a few moments, the only expression on his face was a blank countenance, yet this would of course be a transient thing, as the beginnings of a smile would begin to appear on his face.

“Ah, yes.” It was a matter-of-fact statement, almost devoid of emotion, save for the hint of excitement in his voice.

“Victory… I have claimed victory, yet I have not yet destroyed that corruption.” He looked to the entrance of the cavern, seeing the traces of the vampire who had just left.

“Saint Graph Classification: Ruler - Spiritual Signature: Unknown. Most closely related to Heroic Spirits.” A robotic voice would speak out from within his mind, the knowledge that the Grail provided flooding into his consciousness.

His smile would grow wider, after all he - the last of a dying lineage - had somehow cheated a fate worse than death. Elsewhere, the overseers of the war, the mage from the Clocktower and the priest of the Church, would detect the dissonance in the Grail, and the two anomalies that had just been summoned.

Shortly after, an announcement would ring out through the minds of the Servants and Masters participating in the War: “Two anomalous Ghost Liners have been detected, and corruption has been detected within the boundaries of Kyoto. Cease all fighting and focus on destroying the two threats. The purification of the Grail is paramount.”

Fate/Dark Heritage

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As @GOATPlumber has been busy and we need an additional Rogue Servant, Grendel is provisionally approved.

@Letter Bee

I'll approve this

Fate/Dark Heritage

Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald

“Very well… let this alliance be formed.” He spoke through one of his familiars, this time a lowly insect that could only truly deliver information from one place to another. Overall, it was in his best interest to form this alliance.

The insect then spat out some fluids, which quickly formed into what seemed to be cursive and elegant text - a contrast to the common dirt that it layed on top of. It was a contract, not exactly of the same potency as a Geis, but enough to give enough hefty punishments for all those that would violate the contract.

“I would prefer if you signed the contract, though it is purely optional in nature, as I do not want you to be forced to do anything too out of your range of comfort.” As uncharacteristic as it may be, he was still a lord, and someone fully capable of negotiation despite his pride.

“Please, take your time. I will not force you to rush.” His voice was surprisingly neutral, now free of that smugness that so permeated earlier.

Meanwhile, somewhere else, with the company of Oleg-Marie, Kayneth's bird familiar spoke: "Now, what shall we do as our first act of our alliance?"

The bird spoke with a neutral tone, leftovers from Kayneth's emotions when handling the others that wanted to form an alliance as well. It was clear that he wanted to do something significant - the more bombastic and noticeable acclaimable to him, the better.

Fate/Dark Heritage

Here's something for the heroes to chew on.

Rogue Berserker

True Name

Nennius

Region

Britain

Class

Berserker

Attribute

Man

Parameters

STR: A
END: A
AGI: B+
MNA: C
LCK: B

Legend

A prince of Britain who fought in the defensive war against Julius Caesar's invasion. Proud and strong, he personally met Caesar on the battlefield, and although the combat ability of that Roman leader overwhelmed him at first, he was able to catch the golden sword Crocea Mors when it was jammed through his shield and into his head. Despite the blade piercing his skull, Nennius didn't let it go. He stole the weapon that represented Caesar's victory, forcing the general to retreat while Nennius butchered Roman soldiers with his stolen sword. The shame of losing in such a manner haunted Caesar for the rest of his life, and even when Nennius died of his head wound half a month later, he was buried with Crocea Mors, never letting Caesar regain the pride he had lost in their battle.

Class Skills

Mad Enhancement C+: Madness owing to Berserker's wild slaughter of the Roman troops and influence from the odd state of his Noble Phantasm. His parameters aside from Luck and Mana have been ranked-up, but his communication and reasoning are heavily impaired. If he identifies an opponent as a Roman, those same parameters will receive a + correction for the battle, but his mind will be completely gone for that duration.

Personal Skills

Tarnished Gold B: Combat abilities used in his fight against Caesar, inflicting shame on that Roman that stayed with him even as a Heroic Spirit. With everything he had, Berserker aimed to show that Roman that his swordsmanship and his words were equally worthless. Those who fight against Berserker with elegance, beauty, refinement, or pride will receive heavy negative adjustments to their actions. Their shining grins and beloved martial techniques will surely vanish as they are dragged down into an unflattering struggle in the mud. A high aptitude to destroy poise and confidence without using one's words, while also protecting oneself from mental attacks through single-mindedness.

Legion Shattering B: A result of Berserker thoughtlessly butchering Romans in battle, leaving each man in his path decapitated or unable to move. It can be said that he will never be defeated by a foe who is lesser than him, no matter how many he may face at once. Even if he were swarmed by an army, each man would be killed with inhuman reflexes upon entering his reach. Berserker's fighting power rises when outnumbered, and he can use "Anti-Army" type Noble Phantasms with great effectiveness.

Battle Continuation A++: Berserker's strong vitality and willpower, allowing him to survive mortal wounds. Julius Caesar once stabbed through Berserker's shield and into his head, and Berserker kept his grip on life, holding onto the sword like a madman, using it to slaughter enemy troops, and not expiring from his wounds until fifteen days later. Effectiveness is further increased due to the state of his Noble Phantasm, making him a monster that will continue to move even if large sections of his body are blasted away. Since his internal organs are no longer present, stabbing him through the chest will be the same as stabbing him through the hand.

Nynn Grasp

Title: Avaricious Flesh Shield
Rank: B
NP Type: Anti-Unit (Self)
Range: 0
Maximum Number of Targets: 1 person
Description: Stemming from the time Nennius stole Caesar's sword by embedding it in his shield, Berserker has access to a powerful ability capable of stealing opponent's armaments after receiving their attacks. Indeed, "a shield that takes hold of enemy weapons" is something Nennius would have access to as a Saber or Shielder.

It is not so.

A slight confusion has arisen since "Caeser stuck his sword into Nennius' shield" and "Caesar stuck his sword into Nennius' head" are two events that occurred in the same swing, and one way or another Nennius ended up with Crocea Mors afterwards. Thus, as a Berserker, it is Nennius's body itself which has become his "shield"--a manifestation of greed and willpower to humiliate his enemies. His skin gains hardness beyond even his armour, and his effectiveness rises in defensive situations due to being a "shield". Under that skin, where one would expect to find flesh, blood, bones, and organs, lies a uniform black ooze. This gel is normally what covers the front of Nennius' shield, entrapping weapons and stealing them away if they are not swiftly pulled out. It can be called a form of Self-Modification that activates when something pierces into Nennius' body. Anything, even Noble Phantasms, can theoretically be held within the body for integration or later use, becoming a possession of Nennius just as Caesar's golden sword once did.

An unwilling target can attempt a Strength check to pull themselves or their possessions out of the ooze before Nennius completes the process of absorbing them. Swords, projectiles, vehicles... Beneath the skin, this man's body has become like an amoeba that absorbs all kinds of things, making them into the Berserker's possessions. It is capable of reforming itself at a moderate rate should it suffer damage. To ensure Nennius' death, complete annihilation is the best choice. Only by being present during his demise can a hero reclaim a lost armament.

Crocea Mors

Title: Bloodstained Yellow Death
Rank: B+
NP Type: Anti-Unit
Range: 1~60
Maximum Number of Targets: 600 people
Description: A golden sword Nennius took in battle from Julius Caesar during Rome's invasion of Britain. It became stuck when Caesar stabbed him in the head, and he took hold of it, threw away his own weapon, and began cutting down Romans left and right. Once a brilliant gold armament of Rome, it has been stained to an unsightly red-copper shade in Nennius' hands.

Its ability of "assured victory" has become twisted into "assured slaughter". Once Nennius draws this blade, fate dictates that all enemies in his sight will quickly find unceremonious deaths. Without the ability to defy fate, standing in his warpath is tantamount to suicide. For any hero hailing from Rome, this is doubly true--the shame of Caesar's loss will weigh down on their every action like an anvil, matted with viscera and hair.

With the release of the true name, a torturous series of blows is unleashed, fated to strike true. The number of hits landed depends upon the Luck of the target. In all likelihood, Nennius' victim will end up being shredded to ribbons.

@ManyThings

Approved.

Fate/Dark Heritage

Kayneth El-Melloi Archibald

“I will say, that is a rather impressive act coming from you.” The bird spoke, and the Lord of the Clocktower smugly held his chin in his hand. This was impressive to him as far as he was concerned- he never thought of the Animushpheres as a particularly impressive clan of individuals, yet this boy actually displayed some level of conviction.

“Very well, let our alliance to end a fool’s supposed tyranny commence.” The Grail was his to claim, if he played his cards right. He could not let his arrogance cloud his judgment, so that this entire situation could be resolved.

He wondered though, if the boy was willing to do drastic things in order to win the war, and ultimately, destroy his father for whatever reason that he believed in, and so, the Clocktower Lord’s familiar spoke up: “Are you willing to commit any act to get to your goal, Oleg-Marie?”

The Lord stared intently at the projection that was in front of him, of the prospect of his alliance with the boy. If he would answer to his satisfaction, then he would perhaps not betray him in the end.

@Letter Bee