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The Lamentaion of Corillia (Warhammer 40k space marine RP)

Captain Dreadnought. Sounds like a pirate.

Also, still here. Will post when it's appropriate.

Twilight Struggle: A Cold Affair

I'd be interested in this. Haven't been in an NRP for a long time.

The Lamentaion of Corillia (Warhammer 40k space marine RP)

Roll 1d6 tears and pray to the corpse god Emperor.

The Lamentaion of Corillia (Warhammer 40k space marine RP)

Champions regularly accompany librarians if captains are otherwise indisposed, so aye, I could see that. Unless the venerable brother dreadnought assumes direct control.

The Lamentaion of Corillia (Warhammer 40k space marine RP)

Perhaps, if posting is difficult at this time, the captain could be called away IC, or otherwise indisposed, and temporarily replaced by the obvious choice: Mr. flowing silver locks that is Lucius a suitably ranked astartes for the time being?

The Lamentaion of Corillia (Warhammer 40k space marine RP)

Speaking of not posting for a week or more, my last post was 7 days ago, but I'm still here. Just waiting for the right time to strike post.

The Lamentaion of Corillia (Warhammer 40k space marine RP)

Meanwhile Lucius will, uh, stand there and look pretty.

I don't think we've actually yet gotten to the point in the IC where the captain accepts the inquisitor's note, so all these points can still be taken into consideration.

The Lamentaion of Corillia (Warhammer 40k space marine RP)

Lucius Andromade

II

Striding in from the far end of the cathedral, Lucius saw many of his brothers entering the room from different entrances. The dreadnought had lumbered his way through the doors and seemingly filled the width of the floor space of the cathedral. The fourth company's captain, apothecary and chaplain were also present. Lucius kept a relatively slow pace as he walked towards them. His head was held high, as it always was, and his silver hair flowed behind him, framed by his wings. His thunderous steps echoed through the cathedral, despite the present noise of many astartes moving to and fro in their suits of power armour weighing many tonnes, foreshadowing his arrival. Technically, Lucius, as company champion, was outside the normal chain of command. He was outranked by astarte sergeants, but took no orders save from the captain himself. His input in battle plans was unlikely to be called upon, unless the captain was taking everybody's opinions and thoughts into consideration, but Lucius believed it necessary to be present to hear what his contemporaries were discussing. Aside from his brother astartes in the command squad, other figures were present in the cathedral. Many officers from the local PDF were arranged in small clusters. Lucius' figure cut a neat swath through crowd, parting as he neared them. Young, inexperienced officers, having never fired a shot in anger, stared up at his nine foot stature and were overwhelmed by the beauteous magnitude of his wings and silver hair.

Other astartes were present in the room, but none looked so grand as him. His brother marines were sullen and despondent, and had hard, scarred faces. Lucius was the poster image of Imperial propaganda, as a tall, proud hero. While his brothers looked grim and furious, he looked glorious and radiant, and his yellow and silver armour stood out amongst the dull, neutral-coloured uniforms of the PDF officers congregated near the astartes. The fourth company's apothecary caught Lucius' eye and caused him to smirk knowingly. He was certain he'd hear furious comments from him in time, when he discovers that brother marines had been injured sparring. Their astarte physiology would allow them to heal rapidly, but a broken wrist would impede a marine for days at the least. Lucius, having waded through the PDF, made his way to the rest of his command squad.

“Brother captain,” he began respectfully, presenting the sign of the aquila. Before he could add anything else to his introduction, the cathedral was graced by two additional figures, neither astarte nor PDF. Both of whom women, one a commissar and the other an arbitrator, and neither of whom were supposed to be on Corillia. The commissar marched up to the captain in a manner most unusual for someone outside the Legiones Astartes. Having handed him a note, the woman seemed to stare intently at the captain. The venerable dreadnought, Brother Vergil, appeared perturbed by her demeanour. Lucius was interested, but had no intention of confronting the commissar or her companion. His purpose was to protect the captain from physical harm, and two women, not possessed of astarte superiority, were unlikely to pose any threat to a venerable captain. Nevertheless, Lucius' brother dreadnought saw fit to give voice to his concern, offering to dispose of them. Lucius gave voice to sweet laughter in return in the form of an amused chuckle. His laughter caused his silver wings to sway and his scapula length hair to bounce on his shoulders. He held his left hand on the sheath of his sword, more for practicality, as the sheath was likely to obstruct his movement, than any form of threat, but he imagined the image was clear enough. A more subtle reminder of astarte superiority than outright offering to kill the women.

“I hardly think these two pose a threat, venerated brother. Not worth your time.”

My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair.

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My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair.

”My name is Ozymandias, king of kings: Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair.”

Some information regarding myself:

• I am twenty years old, from Wales.
• Currently in college, which is busy, but does not detract from my writing.
• I am a good writer. I've been doing it for nearly a decade, in many different genres and writing styles.
• My main genres are fantasy, sci-fi and post-apocalypse (not necessarily in that order).
• I'm a huuuge fan of Warhammer 40k. And Warcraft. And the Lord of the Rings. I'm also a fan of the grimdark setting (google that, it's fun) and incorporating that into roleplays.
• I'm easy going. I don't expect terrible amounts from partners, but the ability to write decently (a few nicely sized paragraphs with good punctuation, grammar, sentence structure and not composing entire sections of dialogue with swear words, etc.) is desired. Sex or gender does not bother me, both personal and character, provided partners are over the age of eighteen.
• I'm fun to write with. Promise.

Roleplays:

• Warhammer 40k:
  
  • A pair of astartes involved in a crusade, or other particularly glorious scenario.
  • Two inquisitors collaborating to uncover a heretic cult or xenos infestation on a particular planet.
  • Slice of life-ish. Two Planetary Defence Force (PDF) or Imperial Guard personnel go about their duties in preparation for/during an invasion, following a disaster or emergence of a cult, or other suitably grim scenario.
  • Many other possibilities.
• Warcraft:
  
  • Two heroes adventure together in a series of gruelling, but rewarding quests, possibly following a particular storyline.
  • Spies belonging to either faction (think SI:7 or the Forsaken deathguard) are involved in espionage in hostile lands.
  • The Horde and the Alliance remain at war on many fronts, with men and women from all races fighting for their lives in any type of landscape or scenario imaginable.
• The Lord of the Rings:
  
  • Many possibilities here. However, I am a huge fan of the books and tend to stick to them quite strictly and disregard the stuff seen in films/games. Examples:
  • Rangers surviving in Osgiliath preceding and during the orc invasion.
  • Elves exploring the lands in the north, maintaining vigil on Dol Guldur and the Eastern Men.
  • Et cetera.
• Historical/mythological:
  
  • Greek-style heroes embarked upon an Illiad-style adventure (Trojan War).
• Post-apocalypse:
  
  • Zombie apocalypse. Old fashioned, shuffling zombies have spread throughout the civilised world, leaving survivors desperate to escape to remote islands or smaller, quarantined countries.
  • Paleolithic civilisation. In an attempt to prevent mankind from destroying itself with nuclear weapons, a scientist/terrorist devised a planet-wide weapon which disabled all technology, sterilised the population and regressed human technological progression to the stone age.
  • Medieval/ancient apocalypse. Zombie outbreak scenario in a medieval or ancient civilisation. Particular interest would be ancient Egypt, or the ancient Norse.

These are example roleplays only, not definitive requests. However, the genres stated are the ones I am most interested in. I am more than open to ideas, so please feel free to message me with whatever you may be thinking.

Hope to hear from you!