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Warhammer 40k: Sons of Titan - A Grey Knight RP

Only looking for a couple to get us going, can I not tempt anyone for heroic shenanigans?

Warhammer 40k: Sons of Titan - A Grey Knight RP

Mite b cool. I ponder though that Grey Knight may be rather dry characters to accurately roleplay, since they have their memories and personalities scrubbed as part of their initiation.

@Dead Cruiser

They have their memories scrubbed, true, but not necessarily personalities; then again, I also see this as a chance to build up a personality for them from what - as you rightly say - is in essence a clean slate. What I'm trying to say is that they're no more or less 2D than any other Astartes, or soulless like the Exorcists.

Either way I'd be happy to have you on board if you so choose, I realise this isn't for everyone.

Warhammer 40k: Sons of Titan - A Grey Knight RP

Blessings be, Brother.

Warhammer 40k: Sons of Titan - A Grey Knight RP

Greetings, one and all, and welcome to this interest thread for a pretty self-explanatory RP; if you've read the title then you already know where I'm going with this.

I'm looking for a small band (a 'brotherhood', if you will) of around 3-5 other writers/players to join me in a tale of heroics and furious battles against the forces of Chaos and plausibly others. The Great Rift has shredded reality and torn the Milky Way in two, servants of the Ruinous Powers pour into realspace in all forms, the venerable Ordo Malleus - and by extension 'their' militant arm - coming to a true test, possibly the largest since their inception by the Sigillite himself.

Although we will be taking on the roles of what are essentially hyper-psychic mythological heroes of the Imperium it will be through the writing and a continuous plot-line that I hope to show why the Grey Knights are truly some of the most badass warriors - yet some of the most invisible - in the entire 40k galaxy.

If you're not going to disappear on me, are comfortable in an Advanced writing enviroment, and like the sound of any of the above, then please feel free to say so in this thread or better yet join the Discord server here: discord.gg/ySX3qWS

As always, the Emperor Protects.

EDIT:

Andrey asked a reasonable question, and that is at what stage of the GK life-cycle we shall begin, and I can say between completing their initial trials and their first action together as Battle-Brothers.

Warhammer 40k: It's A Wonderful Life! An Imperial Guard (40K) RP

@Lady Selune@ReedeThe23rd@BCTheEntity@CleanBreeze@Eisenhorn@Irredeemable@Reia

Time: 3:15 AM

Location: Eastern Fringe Sector of Ventirest City, Vocintis.

Weather and Temperature: Stormy, temperature 12 degrees Celsius and 60 degrees Fahrenheit.

Sithech had been holding his breath for almost the whole journey now, but as they neared the landing zone - the strip lumens in the troop compartment of the gunship changing from red to an amber colour - he began to slowly allow air to slip from between his teeth... that was until a sudden jolt forced it all out in one large gasp, the Lieutenant giving a grunt of annoyance as another hammer blow from without caused him to rail against his harness.

"Emperor's baws! Ah didnae expect thaim nae tae shoot us, bit cuid thay nae hae waited a bawherr bit langer!?"

The other Finrehters began to laugh, quickly silenced by a scathing glance, Greig checking his weapon one last time before a crackling voice came over the internal vox.

"We've run into some flak, so we're going to have to do a hovering bailout," by which the pilot meant they would have to leap and a roll a fair distance from above the ground, something that no foot-slogger relished but that may save their lives.

It as fortunate that, at least in these eastern regions, the enemy didn't seem to possess any actual flak guns and instead were relying on smaller arms fire to bring down the incoming transports.

Mere moments later and the amber lights running down the length of the troop compartment began to shimmer from that brownish-yellow and into a much more glaring green, so bright it actually hurt the eyes to look at it, the co-pilot taking the vox this time, even as the gunship lurched and the thrusters took them into a hovering position – the gunship may have ceased it's movement, but the ping and whizz against the armoured vessel had not.

“Harness release in three... two... one,” a slight hiss and the restraints were razed, Sithech slipping from his seat with a fluidity that belied his age, simultaneously bringing his lasgun across his chest in preparation for a drop and roll landing, “lights are green, lights are green, everyone out and God-Emperor protect you all.”

Indeed the light had turned green, the Finreht contingent of the squad mustering about the open side-door and Greig narrowing his eyes as he watched tracer rounds move through the dim morning light, this was no time to be pausing in ones departure however and it was barely an instant later that the Highlander had disappeared out the door and was falling to the churned earth of the planet below.

A grunt and forced expulsion of breath, followed by the flutter of material and ending in the sudden filling of his senses by those of the battlefield; first to reach him was the firing of munitions, the distinct rapid fire of an autogun, the whump of a cannon... soon after that the other sounds filtered in, the screams of the wounded and dying, war cries of bitter enemies, mud and blood and piss and shit all rolled in to one hellish cacophony.

Adrenaline flushed his system now, the Lieutenant rolling over onto his belly and bringing his weapon up in front of him, the landscape around him most amenable to his needs for cover at least!

It had once been part of a series of agricultural fields dotted around the fringes of the city they had been planted to feed, nothing growing there now except for corpses, the twisted ruins of farming machinery visible by there hulking outlines – the scoops and whatever blades they may have had being taken by the insurrectionists to forge rudimentary armour and blades for the war effort.

Said enemy wasn't visible from where he now lay, having forgotten completely about the Valkyrie overhead for the moment in spite of himself, his bare legs scraping and scratching against dried dirt and stones as he found his way into a small crater, clearly the site of some shelling earlier in the tussle for planetary control, and only then did he raise his eyes from the concave side of the depression to watch and wait for the remainder of his squad.

WH40k: New Frontiers and Promised Lands - A Rogue Trader Adventure

@Searat@Jamesyco@ReedeThe23rd@BangoSkank@Xenonia@Flagg@Lady Selune

Livingstone, being otherwise engaged with his Astartes visitor, had given instruction that dear Dr. Lazarus Germael should undergo a thorough medical examination of each potential newcomer to the Pride; to this end he had pulld many threads, and calld in a number of favours, in order that a specific room aboard the station - known only as 'Room 85' - should be kept free for the duration of his stay and, though the Praetorian owners of the station would like it not, to be made into a pop-up medical centre. It would be much less than Lazarus was used to, of that Edmund had had no doubt, but would suffice to clear any of his 'picked crew' of mutations and so forth - there were also a couple he knew that wold infuriate the man, which was all part of the fun.

So it was that messengers were sent to seek out those personally selected by their overlord, Gustave Boucher, Isaiah Hussian and Monty all swiftly approached during their allotted mealtime and given hand-held instructions to report to Room 85. For others it was a little harder, Roald Cliffbloom especially (being a Ratling) took an entire two platoons of Armsmen to locate in a seedier section of the Bakka station and possibly didn't even remember 'volunteering' for assignment to a Rogue Trader.

A message was sent for Hesiod in binary, though whether their newest member of the Mechanicus would respond or not was unknown, those Martians being somewhat temperamental and not all there Livingstone had found. Then again it mattered little, the Traders last Martian had imploded while handling a rather nasty looking Necron artefact and this 'Hesiod' was needed whatever way you looked at it.

Lastly was Alma Fang, who was asked very politely and without coercion as befitted her station, to treat her more roughly would likely be a mistake that even Edmund Livingstone would regret.

Please delete.

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WH40k: New Frontiers and Promised Lands - A Rogue Trader Adventure

Would a mechanicus be redundant?

@ShwiggityShwah

I'd agree with BC, an Explorator would be pretty ideal honestly.

WH40k: New Frontiers and Promised Lands - A Rogue Trader Adventure

Would a mechanicus be redundant?

@ShwiggityShwah

Not redundant, no, although I will remind that this is the Advanced RP section and the RP rules are to be followed - if that's all good, then a Mechanicus character would probably fit in fine.

WH40k: New Frontiers and Promised Lands - A Rogue Trader Adventure

Dramatis Personae of the Pride of Praetoria and her crew

1. Edmund H. Livingstone - Rogue Trader, Explorer and Bon Vivant - @Jb

2. Gustave 'Goose' Boucher - Formerly of the 78th Bristonian Hellhounds Regiment - @Searat

3. 'Kane' - Former Astartes Battle-Brother - @Hank

4. Isaiah Hussian the III - Naval Officer of the Watch - @Jamesyco

5. Dr. Lazarus Germael - Chief Chirurgeon and First Lieutenant - @ReedeThe23rd

6. Tecca Nina - Astropath Transcedent & Choir Master - @BCTheEntity

7. Roald Cliffbloom - Resident Ratling - @BangoSkank

8. Shas'la T'olku "Monty" Mont'yr - Resident Illegal Alien - @Lady Selune

9. Alma Fang - Woman of Leisure, or Woman of Danger? (Or both) - @Flagg