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Warhammer 40k: First into the field and the last out of it! - An Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED]

@Drunken Conquistador

Name: Anton Ilia
Age: 26
Gender: Male
Former Profession: Gamekeeper
Rank: Private
Specialisation: Marskman

Warhammer 40k: First into the field and the last out of it! - An Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED]

I love the guard.... I might be interested.

@caliban22

That's fine, throw up a Character Sheet.

For the Greater Good!: 40k T'au Roleplay

@Ollumhammersong Oh Ollum, curse you and your RP attempts! Just causing me to join more RPs. :D

(A) Kroot are out then, I guess?

Either way...for the Greater Good.

The New Pride: A Second Founding RP [Warhammer 40,000]

Narcariel, Master of Repentance

By the time the choral music erupted from multiple places around the cell, unseen within the deep shadows but helped mightily to reverberate by the cavernous chamber, Eliphalet Terach could no longer remember how long he had been strapped face-down on the table; for what seemed like an eternity he had been kept there in darkness, his face pressed against the cold surface, and his abnormally warped body almost as naked as the day he was born – a day, like most Astartes, he could not actually remember.

“Are you ready to repent?”

The voice that spoke from somewhere nearby somehow managed to cut through the music - turned up to aberrant volumes even for his superhuman ears – and, in spite of all he was and knew, sent the smallest sliver of anticipation (not fear) down his spine.

He tried to move, tried to turn his head, tugged against his bindings, but all was in vain and so he was forced to simply reply as best he could, shouting over the rising and falling of the music.

“Repent? I have no need of redemption, for I have committed no sin. How can you even speak of repentance?!”

Sergeant Eliphalet Terach, like all those upon the surface of Caliban when it was lacerated and torn asunder, had been flung into the warp by powers beyond the reckoning of those now living. He had seen things that were to come, had travelled light-years through an Imperium that he did not recognise and fought all manner of adversaries, in the Warp he had lived many lifetimes only to be spat back out one day near shattered Caliban...and to find he had been gone no more than an hour.

Those of his brethren that fought still for the Lion had wasted no time in capturing him and, what truly was an eternity ago, locked him within this cell.

Now his time of reckoning had come.

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Once upon a time the individual known as Narcariel, now Master of Repentance (a new form of Chaplain) for a formation organised by the Ultramarines Primarch, had been the most talkative and jovial member of his brothers – he had laughed, joked, and even been told on a number of occasions to silence himself lest they do it for him. As time had worn on, as secrets had been laid on his mind and shoulders, and as he had descended further into the duties he must now perform of his infant Chapter, that old Narcariel had been expunged from existence and replaced by the dour figure that now circled the prisoner like the big cat from which the Chapter took its name.

In a leisurely fashion he removed his gauntlets, setting them reverently aside on a table made of now extinct Calibanite wood, having learnt that they only caused his hands to be less dexterous – and therefore useful – when it came to his secondary but most important duties.

Next he laid aside his skull-faced helmet in a hiss of seals and otherwise soundless movements, revealing a face that would, had it not been grown large by the hormones of his wild father, fit perfectly to the profession of teacher or clergyman. It was a forgettable face that retained the middle-aged look had he been mortal, golden hair with streaks of white cut close to his head, but it was the eyes that held his true personality for they seemed everywhere at once, glacial blue orbs like chips of ice which appeared to pierce as daggers into anything they viewed be it armour, flesh or the soul.

“Oh you have much to repent for,” half-whispered the Chaplain, one hand gently pulling back a cloth to reveal a long and extensive line of 'implements', one hand running almost lovingly over them, “and repent you shall, Eliphalet. Should you do so, you shall be granted the Emperor's Mercy and purification but should you not...well...”

A large scalpel was already in his hand, his almost ethereal voice once more swallowed up by the droning music, and it was only moments later that the Fallen Angel known as Eliphalet – as many had suddenly gleaned before him – that he would repent and he would break.

Warhammer 40k: First into the field and the last out of it! - An Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED]

Second Lieutenant - Newly commissioned Platoon Commander

@Jbcool

Name: Schuyler C. Hasenkamp
Age: 23
Gender: Male
Former Profession: PDF officer and son of a noble
Rank: Second (2nd) Lieutenant
Specialisation: None, but was privately educated and spent time in the PDF

Warhammer 40k: First into the field and the last out of it! - An Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED]

The Heavy Weapon Team

@DeadDrop

Name: Johnny Killchain
Age: 22
Gender: Male
Former Profession: Farmer
Rank: Private
Specialisation: Heavy Weapons Crew

@Katthaj

Name: Kage Kyner
Age: 21
Gender: Male
Former Profession: Miner
Rank: Private
Specialisation: Heavy Weapons Crew

Warhammer 40k: First into the field and the last out of it! - An Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED]

@DeadDrop@Katthaj

Right you two, just remember that we're light infantry, so our weapons will probably be light MG's and 30. cal at the most - no heavy bolters etc.

@Ollumhammersong It is, but we've been given Cadian-pattern armour by the higher-ups for the beginning, this can of course shift as the RP goes on.

Warhammer 40k: First into the field and the last out of it! - An Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED]

@Ollumhammersong That's fine then, I can dig it.

Warhammer 40k: First into the field and the last out of it! - An Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED]

What about an experienced sergeant from another regiment brought in for training?

@Ollumhammersong

Depends on the character and regiment, I'd prefer a native but am happy for them to be a Sergeant. Possibly seconded from one of the other fifty-one Uzanian regiments.

@Lasersquid112 No worries, we all got lives.

Warhammer 40k: First into the field and the last out of it! - An Imperial Guard RP [CLOSED]

@DeadDrop My thanks, fellow gamer, let's make this epic.

@CaptainBritton Ah, the Cap! Always welcome.

@FrostedCaramel But of course, here you are old timer: roleplayerguild.com/topics/174675-war…

@DruSM157 What you say is truth! Paper armour, flashlight weapons, the Guard are where the 'humanity' is at. As to the when, that would be vague/undefined year M42 - Rowboat is back as Lord-Protector of the realm, the Milky Way is torn asunder, there are now far more rebels and traitors to kill etc. Of course, being the Guard, we'll be doing the slogging and dying part of it.

@Ollumhammersong As you have it, you're welcome if you wish and I'm happy for the interest if you don't.

For anyone seeking inspiration, I highly recommend Gaunt's Ghosts as novels, the Sharpe books/show by Bernard Cornwell, Band of Brothers and The Pacific and any old WWII films you can find.

The Uzanians are similiarly light infantry/recon soldiers, think of any modern troops that fit that - especially Green Berets, Royal Marines, Gurkhas, WWII Chindits and so forth - and you'll get a pretty good idea of what/who we are.

Unlike the Tanith First and Only, who began as 'Celtic' ninja in space, we've no defined identity as of yet; you can all help with that through your writing, also means options for characters are pretty wide openin terms of theme etc.

I'll wait a day or so more for anyone else interested, those that are for certain can fill out a CS at their leisure, and any questions are very welcome indeed.