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Hey Zathrax, I heard a rumor that Watchdog takes place in the Assassin's Creed universe. As you have the game, can you determine weather or not this is true?
@Roran: I enjoyed your lesson on Medieval Armor, I found it stimulating and enlightening. Thank you for wasting 2 hours looking up stuff on armor.
Kareth
The Boot Buckle
He finally found the Belt Buckle. A wooden sign decorated with a leather belt with an over-sized gold buckle swung gently in the cold breeze. Also, the words "Belt Buckle" were helpfully painted on the bottom, as if that helped the illiterate commoners. The sign was a little worse for wear, but at least it was legible. The directions Kareth got from the guard were either less than helpful, or Kareth had forgotten a few of the steps. It hardly mattered now; Kareth's only desire was to get out of the cold.
He stepped inside, shuddering involuntarily at the increase in ambient temperature. You never know how cold you are until you aren't. He thought as he shook the snow off his cloak and boots. I'll need to get a new cloak. The quartermaster made him hand in his old woolen Legion cloak, the ass. Kareth had to buy a new one. It wasn't as good as his old Legion cloak, and it was looking quite worse for wear after the hounds incident. He may also have to get his left bracer repaired too, covered in tooth marks as it was.
He took a seat by the fireplace. He unslung his pack and set it by his feet and groaned as he leaned back in the chair as his back could finally release its burden. He wanted to order food, but was too tired and frostbitten to speak up. [i]Maybe a rest here for a bit, and then I get up and get some food, a room. Then tomorrow I could go find a tailor to fix my cloak, or maybe get a new one. Yes, get a new one, a fine crimson one, with gold embroidering along the edges. Maybe they could fix up my bracer too, or would that be a blacksmith's job? I'll need a file from one anyway, in case I'll have cause to add any tallies to my weapons. And then some dice. Maybe I could find a game going before I get my room....
His to-do list kept going in his head until he fell asleep in the chair, amidst all the tumult of the merrymakers, and oblivious to the tension in the room.
The Boot Buckle
He finally found the Belt Buckle. A wooden sign decorated with a leather belt with an over-sized gold buckle swung gently in the cold breeze. Also, the words "Belt Buckle" were helpfully painted on the bottom, as if that helped the illiterate commoners. The sign was a little worse for wear, but at least it was legible. The directions Kareth got from the guard were either less than helpful, or Kareth had forgotten a few of the steps. It hardly mattered now; Kareth's only desire was to get out of the cold.
He stepped inside, shuddering involuntarily at the increase in ambient temperature. You never know how cold you are until you aren't. He thought as he shook the snow off his cloak and boots. I'll need to get a new cloak. The quartermaster made him hand in his old woolen Legion cloak, the ass. Kareth had to buy a new one. It wasn't as good as his old Legion cloak, and it was looking quite worse for wear after the hounds incident. He may also have to get his left bracer repaired too, covered in tooth marks as it was.
He took a seat by the fireplace. He unslung his pack and set it by his feet and groaned as he leaned back in the chair as his back could finally release its burden. He wanted to order food, but was too tired and frostbitten to speak up. [i]Maybe a rest here for a bit, and then I get up and get some food, a room. Then tomorrow I could go find a tailor to fix my cloak, or maybe get a new one. Yes, get a new one, a fine crimson one, with gold embroidering along the edges. Maybe they could fix up my bracer too, or would that be a blacksmith's job? I'll need a file from one anyway, in case I'll have cause to add any tallies to my weapons. And then some dice. Maybe I could find a game going before I get my room....
His to-do list kept going in his head until he fell asleep in the chair, amidst all the tumult of the merrymakers, and oblivious to the tension in the room.
Raineh Daze said
More stupid rules about posting things to say you've read the rules? Annoying. :p... why does the inquisitor have more metally bits than I think I can have? XD
The main reason I did that was to make sure you read rule #3. I have people posting slowly in other RPs and it holds up the GM from progressing the story, so I'd like that you let me know you're gonna be slow or that you keep up. Besides, I thought it was a cool idea....
By the way, "Ave Imperator. Morituri te salutant." is Latin High Gothic for "Hail Emperor. Those who are about to die salute you." Considering the Grimdarkness of 40k, I thought it appropriate.
Also, the Inquisitor's listed appearance is just that of a Skull Probe. The Inquisitor is not going to make a personal appearance, so his appearance is irrelevant. It has also been redacted.
@Lucian: Accepted once you put up a history.
@Necrosis: Accepted, but your appearance has crapped out, might wanna fix that.
Mostly I like playing video games. I don't have much else to do this summer either, so its Dark Souls, Netflix and this.
Also, I'm waiting for people who haven't really posted (Calla, Empire) to do something, otherwise, I'd put something up. Remember, Ray has booze and a viola. That's a party just waiting to happen.
Unless of course he drinks it all and ends up on the wrong ship.
On an relatively unrelated note, I got my first Dark Souls hate mail! I feel accomplished!
Also, I'm waiting for people who haven't really posted (Calla, Empire) to do something, otherwise, I'd put something up. Remember, Ray has booze and a viola. That's a party just waiting to happen.
Unless of course he drinks it all and ends up on the wrong ship.
On an relatively unrelated note, I got my first Dark Souls hate mail! I feel accomplished!
Ray woke up in bed. This was a much more pleasant place to wake up than where he was in his head. He was dreaming of Iraq again. He leaned up and tried to dispel the lingering dream-wisps clinging to his mind like cobwebs. His eyes settled on his prosthetic arm and sat there, his slowly awakening mind coming to the slow and gradual realization of what exactly he was staring at. The doctor at the veteran's clinic said that it could take him two to six months to fully adjust to his prosthetic. That was two years ago. True, he has physically adjusted, but mentally....
The doctor was kinda pretty, probably younger than him, maybe. Blonde, glasses, not much of a rack, but definitely well formed. He'd thought of asking her out, but she'd just say no. She wasn't allowed to date patients. Besides, what would they have to talk about? She pretty much knew all his issues, and she probably didn't care, what with the dozens of other vets with the same fucking issues. "We're broken. Our nation broke us and we can't be fixed." She probably went home to whine to her sister or her girlfriends about how much she hates handling the stupid fucking vets and their stupid fucking issues. Why don't they just ship them off to asylums or prison or death row or just shoot them. Why couldn't they just die in Iraq and save us all the trouble.
And that was the core of it. Why couldn't he just die with his arm in that goddamn ditch in Iraq?
He got up and walked into the kitchen, shaking from the anxiety build-up. A panic attack was coming and he could feel it. He grabbed a bottle of pills and poured a couple out. A couple more than he intended, but he didn't care. The pills went in his mouth as he opened the fridge. Thank god: there was one beer left. He was sure he drank them all last night. Ray chugged the can and then stood there, feeling the anxiety ebb and the cloud descend on his head. He had less than half-a-dozen pills left; he'd have to get his prescription refilled.
Ray just stood there in the middle of the kitchen, vaguely enjoying the sensation of nothing in his head until John came into the kitchen. "We need more beer." Ray said.
The doctor was kinda pretty, probably younger than him, maybe. Blonde, glasses, not much of a rack, but definitely well formed. He'd thought of asking her out, but she'd just say no. She wasn't allowed to date patients. Besides, what would they have to talk about? She pretty much knew all his issues, and she probably didn't care, what with the dozens of other vets with the same fucking issues. "We're broken. Our nation broke us and we can't be fixed." She probably went home to whine to her sister or her girlfriends about how much she hates handling the stupid fucking vets and their stupid fucking issues. Why don't they just ship them off to asylums or prison or death row or just shoot them. Why couldn't they just die in Iraq and save us all the trouble.
And that was the core of it. Why couldn't he just die with his arm in that goddamn ditch in Iraq?
He got up and walked into the kitchen, shaking from the anxiety build-up. A panic attack was coming and he could feel it. He grabbed a bottle of pills and poured a couple out. A couple more than he intended, but he didn't care. The pills went in his mouth as he opened the fridge. Thank god: there was one beer left. He was sure he drank them all last night. Ray chugged the can and then stood there, feeling the anxiety ebb and the cloud descend on his head. He had less than half-a-dozen pills left; he'd have to get his prescription refilled.
Ray just stood there in the middle of the kitchen, vaguely enjoying the sensation of nothing in his head until John came into the kitchen. "We need more beer." Ray said.
Necrosis said
Well its only in fantasy flight.
Close enough for me.
Pathfinder said
I'm thinking of having an Ogryn bone 'ead. Is that all right?
Knock yourself out. But not literally. Always a legitimate threat when dealing with Ogryns. :P
OOC is up!
It all happened so quickly. One moment, the sergeants were barking orders for the troops to form up for disembarkation, the next, chaos. Alarms started blaring, the speakers repeated the same monotone evacuation warnings, the ship was shaking and people were climbing over each other to get in the life pods. On the one hand, you were lucky. You managed to make it onto one of the life pods. On the other hand... you're separated from your unit, dropping onto a planet you know little about with people you know even less and you don't even know what the hell happened. All you know is that you're safe... for now.
Emperor preserve us in the days to come.
So, here's the premise: You are a passenger on the Kestrel of Luggnum, an Imperial troop transport, either a member of the Imperial Guard or a member of an Inquisitor's warparty. The ship suffers critical damage from an unknown source and everyone is forced to evacuate to the life pods. The PCs all end up in the same life pod and it is launched into the unknown. More information will be revealed as the RP progresses, but for now, I want to keep the party in the dark.
Character sheets:
Name/Rank: (Your character's full name and rank, if applicable.)
Age: (I will accept nothing under 18. Minors don't belong in the Guard.)
Gender: (Duh)
Organization: (What groups does your character belong to? If IG, include regiment.)
Appearance: (Pic or paragraph, your choice. Or both if you want.)
History: (At least a paragraph.)
Personality: (Same as above.)
Equipment/Wargear: (List it now or forever hold your peace.)
Skills/Abilities: (Can you speak Ork? Can you drive? Can you perform the rite of percussive maintenance? If you can answer yes to at least one of these, you have skills. Except for the last one.)
Other: (Anything that you want to add that doesn't fit in the other categories.)
Rules and Guidelines
Rules:
#1: Don't be a jerk. Or you will get BLAMMed. Forum rules.
#2: Please have a working knowledge of the 40k universe. If you're already here, than you've most likely already succeeded at this rule. I've seen and been the kinda guy who mucks with 40k canon out of ignorance so it becomes more of a 40k fanfic, and its usually gone wrong. Please don't be that person.
#3: Please post at least 1 paragraph once every two days to keep things going. This is the only rule I am willing to be flexible with, but only if you follow Rule #4.
#4: If for whatever reason (work, personal issue, too many RPs at once, absence, laziness) you cannot meet the 1 post every 2 day requirement, LET ME KNOW ASAP. This is so I know you have an excuse and aren't just leaving and/or so we can work something out.
#5: If for whatever reason (same as above) you do not want to continue in this RP, LET ME KNOW ASAP. Well, not exactly ASAP, but just let me know.
#6: NO SPEEDPOSTING. OR YOU WILL GET BLAMMED. I've seen and been this kinda guy enough times to know its not cool.
#7: No Godmodding, Mary Sue/Marty Stu crap, etc. I WILL call you out on it.
#8: Have fun. That's an order. (Bonus points if you can tell me where this comes from.)
#9: To make sure you all read the rules (the important ones are #2, 3 and 4), I ask that you add the following phrase to your Character Sheets, either at the beginning or the end, it doesn't matter.
Ave Imperator. Morituri te salutant.
Guidelines:
-If you want to include inter-character romance, go ahead. Just keep it PG-13. Forum rules.
-I would like all your characters to be believable/realistic/not ridiculously overpowered. If I think you aren't following this (or breaking rule #7), I'll let you know.
-Feel free to post casual conversation on the OOC. It doesn't have to be 40k related either.
-If you want to bring something to my attention (say I haven’t reviewed your CS yet) you can always PM me. This may be more reliable than the OOC if we're stocking it with open chatter.
-I want this to be a fun RP, so have fun, and try to follow the rules.
+++IMPERIAL RECORDS OF HIS MAJESTEY’S HOLY INQUISITION+++
+++WARNING: CLASSIFIED DOCUMENTS. CLEARANCE INSUFFICIENT FOR FULL RECORDS+++
+++IMPERATOR PROTEGIT+++
Name/Rank: Interrogator Rayvius Skalterion
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Organization: The Inquisition, Ordo Xenos
Appearance:
History: Rayvius Skalterion was born on the world of <REDACTED>. At the age of 14, he was taken to the Mechanichus Seminary of <REDACTED>, though he was ill suited for the life of rules and religious contemplation. He entered <REDACTED>'s world of data hustling and cogitator cracking, and slowly became arguably the planet's best cogitator wizard. In the year <REDACTED>, he was befriended by Inquisitor Henerius Case electronically, seeking assistance in an investigation. After Rayvius rendered aid above and beyond what was required, Inquisitor Case offered him a position in his retinue. Taking to the work, he became Inquisitor Case's Interrogator.
Personality: Ray is an informal person, rarely referring to someone by title, rank or honorific and often applying nicknames to his colleagues; he simply calls his Inquisitor Mentor 'boss.' He generally shows a disregard for the rules, especially the little ones he considers pointless. The reason he hasn't been kicked out of the Inquisition is because he loves what he does and he's damn good at it, and Inquisitor Case appreciates the kind of drive he possess. He enjoys puzzles and will often shut out the rest of the world to solve them. Normally, if he faces an obstacle he cannot overcome, he simply tries harder, though with Inquisitor Case's advice, has learned to step back and take a break, which more often than not, refocuses him on the task. Ray is not much of a fighter, and doesn't relish the idea of taking someone else's life, but he has done it before, and will do so again.
Equipment/Wargear:
Laspistol with 2 extra clips.
Augmentic Eye, implanted (left eye), customized to show data feeds, built in comm-bead.
Mind Impulse Unit, implanted (spine).
Interface Mechadendrite, implanted (left arm).
Inquisitorial electoo (left hand).
Modified Storm Coat.
Flak Armor, custom fitted.
Bodyglove, black.
Portable Cogitator, customized, reinforced environment-proof case.
Lho-stick case with built in lucifer.
Skills/Abilities:
Cogitator Whiz: Rayvius knows cogitators inside and out, how to hack into one and do whatever he wants with it.
Basic Combat Training: Ray has received basic combat, hand-to-hand and firearms training, but is by no means a fighter.
Binary Literate: Rayvius is familiar with the Mechanicus language of Binary. He cannot speak it and he cannot understand spoken Binary, as it is spoken far too fast for unaugmented ears, but he can read and write it, though far, far slower than a true adept.
Other: Ray likes smoking lho, but hates drinking amasec. He also thinks he looks better clean-shaven. He enjoys Holo-dramas and holo-simulations, and has quite a few stored among his personal files on his portable cogitator.
Name/Rank: Inquisitor Henerius Case
Age: <REDACTED>
Gender: Male
Organization: The Inquisition, Ordo Xenos
Appearance:
Few people have met Inquisitor Case in person, including many of his agents. He instead prefers to communicate with then via a series of Servo Skulls.
History: <REDACTED>
Personality: <REDACTED>
Equipment/Wargear: <REDACTED>
Skills/Abilities: <REDACTED>
Other: <REDACTED>
Accepted Character Roster:
Lucian: Proctor Gaius Dantius, Adeptus Arbites, Inquisition, Ordo Xenos
Necrosis: Commissar Maren Klemperer, Imperial Guard, Harakoni Warhawks
drallinix: Sergeant Adrian Cade, Imperial Guard, 1st Kronus
Raineh Days: Engineseer Honoria Fortunii, Adeptus Mechanicus
Rin: Trooper Alexis Radclyffe, Imperial Guard, 39th Praetorian Guard
dereken: Lieutenant Savant Igam Bregger, Adeptus Astra Telepathica, Inquisition, Ordo Xenos
Pathfinder: Grav Roc, Inquisition, Ordo Xenos, Ordo Hereticus
Lost Cause: Corporal Serah Yeshada Imperial Guard, 48th Cadian Light Infantry
Emperor preserve us in the days to come.
So, here's the premise: You are a passenger on the Kestrel of Luggnum, an Imperial troop transport, either a member of the Imperial Guard or a member of an Inquisitor's warparty. The ship suffers critical damage from an unknown source and everyone is forced to evacuate to the life pods. The PCs all end up in the same life pod and it is launched into the unknown. More information will be revealed as the RP progresses, but for now, I want to keep the party in the dark.
Character sheets:
Name/Rank: (Your character's full name and rank, if applicable.)
Age: (I will accept nothing under 18. Minors don't belong in the Guard.)
Gender: (Duh)
Organization: (What groups does your character belong to? If IG, include regiment.)
Appearance: (Pic or paragraph, your choice. Or both if you want.)
History: (At least a paragraph.)
Personality: (Same as above.)
Equipment/Wargear: (List it now or forever hold your peace.)
Skills/Abilities: (Can you speak Ork? Can you drive? Can you perform the rite of percussive maintenance? If you can answer yes to at least one of these, you have skills. Except for the last one.)
Other: (Anything that you want to add that doesn't fit in the other categories.)
Rules and Guidelines
Rules:
#1: Don't be a jerk. Or you will get BLAMMed. Forum rules.
#2: Please have a working knowledge of the 40k universe. If you're already here, than you've most likely already succeeded at this rule. I've seen and been the kinda guy who mucks with 40k canon out of ignorance so it becomes more of a 40k fanfic, and its usually gone wrong. Please don't be that person.
#3: Please post at least 1 paragraph once every two days to keep things going. This is the only rule I am willing to be flexible with, but only if you follow Rule #4.
#4: If for whatever reason (work, personal issue, too many RPs at once, absence, laziness) you cannot meet the 1 post every 2 day requirement, LET ME KNOW ASAP. This is so I know you have an excuse and aren't just leaving and/or so we can work something out.
#5: If for whatever reason (same as above) you do not want to continue in this RP, LET ME KNOW ASAP. Well, not exactly ASAP, but just let me know.
#6: NO SPEEDPOSTING. OR YOU WILL GET BLAMMED. I've seen and been this kinda guy enough times to know its not cool.
#7: No Godmodding, Mary Sue/Marty Stu crap, etc. I WILL call you out on it.
#8: Have fun. That's an order. (Bonus points if you can tell me where this comes from.)
#9: To make sure you all read the rules (the important ones are #2, 3 and 4), I ask that you add the following phrase to your Character Sheets, either at the beginning or the end, it doesn't matter.
Guidelines:
-If you want to include inter-character romance, go ahead. Just keep it PG-13. Forum rules.
-I would like all your characters to be believable/realistic/not ridiculously overpowered. If I think you aren't following this (or breaking rule #7), I'll let you know.
-Feel free to post casual conversation on the OOC. It doesn't have to be 40k related either.
-If you want to bring something to my attention (say I haven’t reviewed your CS yet) you can always PM me. This may be more reliable than the OOC if we're stocking it with open chatter.
-I want this to be a fun RP, so have fun, and try to follow the rules.
+++IMPERIAL RECORDS OF HIS MAJESTEY’S HOLY INQUISITION+++
+++WARNING: CLASSIFIED DOCUMENTS. CLEARANCE INSUFFICIENT FOR FULL RECORDS+++
+++IMPERATOR PROTEGIT+++
Name/Rank: Interrogator Rayvius Skalterion
Age: 36
Gender: Male
Organization: The Inquisition, Ordo Xenos
Appearance:
History: Rayvius Skalterion was born on the world of <REDACTED>. At the age of 14, he was taken to the Mechanichus Seminary of <REDACTED>, though he was ill suited for the life of rules and religious contemplation. He entered <REDACTED>'s world of data hustling and cogitator cracking, and slowly became arguably the planet's best cogitator wizard. In the year <REDACTED>, he was befriended by Inquisitor Henerius Case electronically, seeking assistance in an investigation. After Rayvius rendered aid above and beyond what was required, Inquisitor Case offered him a position in his retinue. Taking to the work, he became Inquisitor Case's Interrogator.
Personality: Ray is an informal person, rarely referring to someone by title, rank or honorific and often applying nicknames to his colleagues; he simply calls his Inquisitor Mentor 'boss.' He generally shows a disregard for the rules, especially the little ones he considers pointless. The reason he hasn't been kicked out of the Inquisition is because he loves what he does and he's damn good at it, and Inquisitor Case appreciates the kind of drive he possess. He enjoys puzzles and will often shut out the rest of the world to solve them. Normally, if he faces an obstacle he cannot overcome, he simply tries harder, though with Inquisitor Case's advice, has learned to step back and take a break, which more often than not, refocuses him on the task. Ray is not much of a fighter, and doesn't relish the idea of taking someone else's life, but he has done it before, and will do so again.
Equipment/Wargear:
Laspistol with 2 extra clips.
Augmentic Eye, implanted (left eye), customized to show data feeds, built in comm-bead.
Mind Impulse Unit, implanted (spine).
Interface Mechadendrite, implanted (left arm).
Inquisitorial electoo (left hand).
Modified Storm Coat.
Flak Armor, custom fitted.
Bodyglove, black.
Portable Cogitator, customized, reinforced environment-proof case.
Lho-stick case with built in lucifer.
Skills/Abilities:
Cogitator Whiz: Rayvius knows cogitators inside and out, how to hack into one and do whatever he wants with it.
Basic Combat Training: Ray has received basic combat, hand-to-hand and firearms training, but is by no means a fighter.
Binary Literate: Rayvius is familiar with the Mechanicus language of Binary. He cannot speak it and he cannot understand spoken Binary, as it is spoken far too fast for unaugmented ears, but he can read and write it, though far, far slower than a true adept.
Other: Ray likes smoking lho, but hates drinking amasec. He also thinks he looks better clean-shaven. He enjoys Holo-dramas and holo-simulations, and has quite a few stored among his personal files on his portable cogitator.
Name/Rank: Inquisitor Henerius Case
Age: <REDACTED>
Gender: Male
Organization: The Inquisition, Ordo Xenos
Appearance:
Few people have met Inquisitor Case in person, including many of his agents. He instead prefers to communicate with then via a series of Servo Skulls.
History: <REDACTED>
Personality: <REDACTED>
Equipment/Wargear: <REDACTED>
Skills/Abilities: <REDACTED>
Other: <REDACTED>
Accepted Character Roster:
Lucian: Proctor Gaius Dantius, Adeptus Arbites, Inquisition, Ordo Xenos
Necrosis: Commissar Maren Klemperer, Imperial Guard, Harakoni Warhawks
drallinix: Sergeant Adrian Cade, Imperial Guard, 1st Kronus
Raineh Days: Engineseer Honoria Fortunii, Adeptus Mechanicus
Rin: Trooper Alexis Radclyffe, Imperial Guard, 39th Praetorian Guard
dereken: Lieutenant Savant Igam Bregger, Adeptus Astra Telepathica, Inquisition, Ordo Xenos
Pathfinder: Grav Roc, Inquisition, Ordo Xenos, Ordo Hereticus
Lost Cause: Corporal Serah Yeshada Imperial Guard, 48th Cadian Light Infantry
For the record, Ray is using an old Envy Cell phone. He refers to it as his 'Stupidphone.' It happens to be so old, its almost vintage, and would almost be worth money, except its beat up and falling apart. Ray's been complaining that he needs a new phone for the past three years, and has done nothing to remedy the situation, because he's stingy.
"Piece of crap!" Ray's computer had crapped out for the third time that week. "Come on, why do you do this to me? Rrgh!" He kicked it in his frustration and, miraculously, it began booting up again. "Wait, what?" He started laughing uncontrollably at the ridiculousness of the situation. He was laughing so loug that he almost missed the text tone on his cell phone. After calming down enough to hold his phone still enough to read, he flipped it open.
'Whre r u guys? Movie starts soon...'
"Crap crap CRAP!" Ray totally forgot about the movie. He was so absorbed by his ailing computer that he almost forgot. Well, he did forget. He grabbed a jacket and sprinted upstairs. "MOVIE, LATE, BYE!" He shouted to his mom, then ran down the street towards the theater.
'Whre r u guys? Movie starts soon...'
"Crap crap CRAP!" Ray totally forgot about the movie. He was so absorbed by his ailing computer that he almost forgot. Well, he did forget. He grabbed a jacket and sprinted upstairs. "MOVIE, LATE, BYE!" He shouted to his mom, then ran down the street towards the theater.
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