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The Relics (No Plot/Fantasy/Character Driven/Worthy of Skepticism)

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The Relics (No Plot/Fantasy/Character Driven/Worthy of Skepticism)

deadpixel101 said
Hello Mr.Gron!

Well, looks like I've accumulated yet another nickname.

The Relics (No Plot/Fantasy/Character Driven/Worthy of Skepticism)

I'm interested in joining. An active OOC seems nice and the freeform nature of the roleplay is exactly what I think this site needs more of. I'll get to work on my CS right away.

Also, hi, nice to meet you guys.

Warhammer 40,000: Tales of the Inquisition

Sten Revna was no stranger to the dreaded whistle of artillery, but it had been sixteen years since he had heard them. It made him anxious, even this far underground. Artillery was a horrible thing. It frightened the ever living warp out of soldiers, but there was never anything they could do about it except hope and pray it didn't hit them. It frakked with men's minds and they often lost it for no reason. Artillery was one of the things Sten missed the least about the Guard.

He proceeded through the base towards the Auxiliary Command Center casting his mind out ahead of him to determine the best possible route through the bastion. A lit lho-stick was clenched between his lips, filling the corridors with its lingering and distinctive scent. One or two officers along the way tried to get him to put it out, but were silenced by the inquisitorial electoo on his hand. Sten was in no mood for patience, and neither was his master.

Sten had spent the last four years in the employ of Inquisitor Xersus, who had recruited him not long after he had earned his Primaris rating. He hadn't been brought along on very many missions, but was regularly employed for his precognition. Sten respected the Inquisitor greatly: Xersus bore the twin responsibilities of a psyker and an Inquisitor and he met them with a will more dauntless and hardened than any man Sten knew.

Sten's mind felt the presence of his master, and he homed in on it, following it like a beacon. He doused the tiny ember within his lho-stick and returned it to his case before he reached the command center. He entered without knocking, for Xersus surely sensed his presence as well, and bowed. “Inquisitor.”

Warhammer 40,000: Tales of the Inquisition

I hope you don't mind if I recycle my old CS.

My CS

Name: Sten Revna

Gender: Male

Age: 35

Appearance:


Equipment:
Standard Imperial Guard Flak Armor
Force staff
Laspistol, two extra clips
Psy focus (Imperial Guard ID tags, charred beyond recognition)
Lho-stick case.
Psykana Temple robes.

Personality: Sten was once very outgoing and friendly, but the discovery of his psyker talents has changed him. He is now deadly serious and rarely smiles. He enjoys lho sticks and will smoke them when he is concerned or uneasy, saying that it helps focus and relax his mind. When in battle, he is often filled with rage, which fuels his psychic techniques, though the source of his anger is primarily self-loathing. He is, at his core, ashamed of his psychic talents and is burdened by guilt.

History: Sten and his brother joined the Imperial Guard together when they turned 18 and served in the 27th Kaviskr Shock Troopers. Sten was promoted to Sergeant for his ability to quickly grasp a situation. He and his brother served in the same squad. No one seemed to question that their sergeant's hunches were often right, but when his hunches became more and more eerily accurate, they bean to worry, especially his brother. No one knows exactly what happened, but one day, a freak firestorm engulfed Sten's entire squad. He miraculously crawled out unharmed, and surrendered himself as a psyker. He soon found himself in the employ of the Inquisition due to his uncommon level of psychic control and his powerful abilities.

Position in Retinue: Sten is adept at precognition techniques, such as reading the Emperor's Tarot, and is a potent Pyrokine. Also, as a former Gunnery Sergeant, he knows his munitions and wargear, and can serve a secondary role as armorer.

Psychic Abilities: Sten is able to predict the future, though only with a great deal of focus and concentration, and usually only through vague symbolism. He also possesses potent pyrokinetic powers, often turning himself into a walking firestorm during combat. His psyker abilities have been classified as Beta Level.

Also, Crazy Guy, perhaps I can help....

Pirate Age

Ray laughed and clapped along to the music from his seat. He was too full and too tired to dance; only the energy of the crowd and his wine seemed to be keeping him going. He was rather thankful he left his viola on the ship; he was too full to sing and too inebriated to play with any skill. Over time the party began to wind itself down as people began to leave. Ray was feeling almost ready to settle in for the night on his bench when he spotted Lisset Hester leaving the feast. He struggled to gather his blades and belongings from across the room, and a bottle of wine, and hurried after her.

He managed to catch up to her in the Royal gardens. He was caught off guard when she hugged him on sight. Tearfully, she thanked him. He was about to ask what for when he remembered, and so kept quiet, finding no words appropriate, allowing Lisset her catharsis. After about a minute, though it seemed much longer, Lisset looked up, chuckling, and said, “In all the excitement, I never got your name.” Ray flashed a debonaire smile and cleared his throat before taking an overly dramatic tone.

“Milady, I am Raymond Skalter, once a gentleman of Lendria, now but a lowly vagabond of the seas and a victim of cruel fate.” He took an exaggerated bow, causing Lisset to giggle. She fully burst out laughing when Ray's bow took him off balance and he tumbled onto the ground. Ray laughed too, and the two of them began walking together once Ray picked himself up and dusted off his clothes.

“So Raymond, why do you carry two swords?”

“Ah, well, the saber is a replacement for my rapier, which was broken before I came here. I had been hoping to get it fixed while I was here.”

“Well then, you're in luck, oh victim of cruel fate. My father happens to be the finest swordsmith in Waterdeep, and I think he'll be more than glad to help you after all that you've done for us. I left Starla with him when I came to the feast, so I was headed there anyway.”

Ray thanked her and they talked as they walked together. Ray talked about his adventure that day and before, mentioned how Arthur and the grenade she gave him saved his life, and how he was embarrassed by his filthy attire and sincerely wished for a clean outfit. Lisset talked about her children, her husband who had passed away a few years earlier, and her family's struggles under the rule of Captain Fenn. Her father was one of the men imprisoned by Captain Fenn for refusing to make blades for the Captain's pirates. Ray wanted to tell her his whole story, but felt it was a private story, and held back.

''On the Edge''

Mind if I join?

Also, I think this thread should be moved to the Nation RP board....

Warhammer 40,000: Tales of the Inquisition

Still interested.

Pirate Age

Jesus, 30 bottles? That's a ridiculous amount of alcohol, and enough to kill two normal people, probably even 3 or 4.

On a completely unrelated note, I can'd decide if this is hilarious or just creepy as hell.

Pirate Age

Banba said
And I'm still here... Playing my non deadly games. Of cute animals and house decorating.

Don't get me wrong, I'll probably start playing Minecraft again now that I've finished Darksiders 2 and work on finishing my ranch house. It's currently 3 stories tall plus basement and will probably have some kind of rooftop lookout. Then I can get started wrangling up animals and planting my crops, all while decorating my new home.

However, my biggest beef with Minecraft Xbox 360 version is that whenever a new update comes out, I have to start a new world all over again to get their full benefit because such-and-so-new-resource won't spawn in old worlds. I've ended up abandoning 1 and a half castles because of updates.

PS: they were built in survival mode too.