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Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Tonight, definitely - I've been sick as a parrot all day but I will get this done if it kills me!

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

I managed to get some done but I won't be able to post it until monday evening at the latest. Sorry!

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

I'll be working on a post this evening after I've done some uni work.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

I don't understand the damn kids these days and their televisual programmathons. In my day we just ran around in fields like cows!

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Not too bad for my first post in ~6 months, I hope!

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Blessed is the mind too small for doubt. The little Sister did not spend precious breath on many words during the flight. There would be time aplenty for confessions and penance later, and no doubt the Confessor's mind was heavy with the sins of those Sisters who he had been with before leaving the confines of the convent-fortress. Sister Procyon was, technically, her superior, having been among the ranks of the Order of our Thrice-Pierced Martyr for longer than Lisbeth, and there was no need to bandy words when they were already bound together in their service of the divine Emperor. The roar of the Aquila's engines would have stolen any words away before they could be understood anyway. Instead, Lisbeth spent her time in useful contemplation, and silently ran her fingers along the many beads on her chaplet, wrapped several times around her armoured waist.

Eight hundred and six. She did not yet know where she was going, or why, only that it was His will. Her mind wandered, and Sister Dominicia found herself questioning, as she often did, exactly what drove the mind of a heretic. Were the stars in the sky not numerous and beautiful enough to prove the perfection of His creation? Were the verdant worlds He gave not enough to appease the need for a place to call home? Eight hundred and seven. Certainly, the pilgrims she had guarded were faithful enough; they loved their God-Emperor, as surely as he adored them, and many had travelled for a lifetime to see the places He had walked.

Eight hundred and eight. Scratching her inked eyelid, Lisbeth breathed heavily through her nose. Such questions were not the realm of mortals; there were answers for them, and if it was meant to be, He would give her those answers at the right time. Until then, she would listen and obey. The craft shook as a pocket of turbulence passed over the Aquila, and Lisbeth's gaze turned toward the Sister-Hospitaller in the cabin. She was used to being the shortest woman in the room, and even some of the novices were taller than her, but by the Emperor, the Sister-Hospitaller was like a tree! Had it not been for the tools she carried, Lisbeth would have been certain a woman built like that would have been a warrior born - but He worked in mysterious ways.

Eight hundred and nine. The grinding of metal on metal and a change of the light told Lisbeth that the destination was near; the landing gear was deploying. Time to do your part, said His voice, and she stood, shrugging the shoulder that her bolter strap hung from. "Hnnnnngggggrrrrrrkkkkkkkshhhhh," groaned the bay door, letting the light of the outside flood the cabin. Thanking the machine spirits and the Emperor for their safe arrival, Lisbeth quickly made her way out, greeting the Sister-Celestian with the aquila across her chest. She made quick progress into the Preceptory, where the images of the Saints never failed to astonish the Sister; the great heroes of the Imperium were icons to be revered and emulated, and she could still remember every detail of the stories she was told in the Scholae of their mighty deeds. Perhaps, one day, Lisbeth could herself be worthy to stand in their shadow.

"You have all been chosen," the Canoness-Preceptor said, next to a noble Inquisitor - a man with the God-Emperor's ear, the personal herald of his wrath. It was almost too much for the young Sister to believe. She was to journey with the Inquisitor? To serve by his side in the fight against the witch, the mutant, and the heretic? Even the years of discipline, devotion and training were not enough to completely quash her elation at being chosen for this most privileged of duties, and she was all too ready to stand forward, making the sign of the aquila on her chest. "Battle-Sister Lisbeth Domincia, of the Order of our Thrice-Pierced Martyr, honoured to serve, my Lord." Lisbeth's heart beat fast in her chest, and just at that moment, she felt as though she could march into the Eye of Terror herself and cleanse every trace of the taint therein. Instantly, she was ready to march at the Inquisitor's side, to death or to victory, in His name.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

I'm pleased to see His Muttonchoppyness being given the appropriate level of reverence. I'm sort of tempted to track down a model with the right hair and paint it up just in the Confessor's honour!

Working on post now.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

I vote we give Confessor Muttonchops all the important jobs. A man with hair like that can be trusted in dangerous situations!

Vampire the Masquerade

Just out of interest, have any of you ladies and gents ever played over skype or google hangouts or some such thing? I've been thinking about recruiting for something like that meself and I'm wondering what the medium du jour is.

Warhammer 40k: Enemy Without, Enemy Within - an 'Ecclesiarchal' RP [Mature][High Casual/Low Advanced]

Name: Battle-Sister Lisbeth Dominicia

Gender: Female

Role/Order: Militant, Order of our Thrice-Pierced Martyr

Personal Demeanour: Above all else, Lisbeth is an embodiment of the inner peace that comes from a life spent in His service. She can almost always be found with a quiet smile, satisfied with the knowledge that her God-Emperor is near. In the presence of her sisters or the ranks of the faithful, Lisbeth is warm, eager to share her love of the Emperor and always willing to help those in need. Unfortunately, her earnestness sometimes overreaches her abilities, and she has yet to realise that there are times when the most helpful thing she can do is to shut up and mind her own business.

Away from the company of other people, Sister Lisbeth bears a much darker manner. She is constantly haunted by the fear of failing Him, paralysed by a sense of responsibility for the souls of Mankind. Her chaplet ecclesiasticus rattles loudly with each step, because each night is spent in contemplation of her failure to bring the Imperial Creed to as many people as possible, no matter how her day has been spent; there is always something Lisbeth can decide she must atone for.

Fortunately, Battle-Sister Dominicia is never alone - her connection to the Emperor extends beyond the purely spiritual attachment all right-thinking humans feel. Lisbeth believes that the voices she hears in her head are the direct manifestation of the God-Emperor, and their presence gives her solace amidst all the guilt. It is by their instruction that she commits acts of ritual penance, and it is by their presence that she knows that she is beloved of the God-Emperor.

Speciality: Lisbeth has spent all of her adult life in service of the Emperor; since she was old enough to strip a boltgun, she was been preparing to defend the Order and the Emperor's faithul children in the Librae sector. There is no firearm she is not trained in, from the humble bolt pistol to the holy multi-melta, but above all others Lisbeth is most comfortable in doing His service with her boltgun.

Rank: Battle-Sister

Description: Battle-Sister Lisbeth Dominicia was originally extracted from a hive on Artaxerxes Epsilon, a vastly overpopulated world overrun with disease, famine and pollution. As such, when she was admitted to the Scholae Progenium, she was one of the scrawniest, stringiest progenia, and even amongst the stringently-regulated environment within the Scholae's walls, there was time for the other progenia to bully and trash the smallest and weakest students.

Lisbeth found two sources of solace; the Imperial Creed, and physical training. While she remains a short woman, her dedication to disciplined training means that she has a broad, muscular body, with little fat, and despite her small stature she holds herself with a confident, bold air, secure that her regimen and her faith in the God-Emperor of Mankind can carry her through any trials.

Sister Dominicia is rarely seen without a smile; she has a kind heart, and while the discipline of the Order of Our Thrice-Pierced Martyr is fierce, it has not been able to quash the quiet joy she finds in serving the God-Emperor. Her eyes are a light gray, and she wears her ginger hair in a short ponytail. She has been fortunate enough to avoid scarring so far, and the only distinguishing mark is a large fleur-de-lis tattoo, about the size of a child's hand, centred around her left eye.

History: After the chemical and psychological scrubbing of her earliest memories, Lisbeth has no recollection of her early childhood. Her parents were both low-ranking officers in the Astra Militarum, lost with the destruction of their regiment on the eastern fringe. From her first introduction into the Scholae Progenium, Lisbeth took quickly to the scripture and lessons of the Ecclesiarchy's representatives. The stories of how the Emperor sacrificed unimaginable amounts for His children captivated her, and the parables of how the God-Emperor directs Mankind to their inevitable destiny as rulers of all by His side were accepted, word-for-word, verbatim.

When she was old enough to leave the Scholae, there was no question of Lisbeth going anywhere but the Ecclesiarchy. The Order of our Thrice-Pierced Martyr was a natural home for Lisbeth, a life dedicated to serving the Emperor through protection of pilgrims and the holy artifacts left by the Emperor's time amongst mortals. Guided by the voice of the God-Emperor which had been with her since her earliest remembered days, she took to the regimented routine of prayer and penance, with rare excursions out of the convent itself to ensure the security of the faithful and spread His word.

For some seven years now, Lisbeth has made efforts to repent all of Man's sins in the face of the Emperor, be they the grand Apostasy of Goge Vandire, or the common acts of mistrust in His divine will that permeate the lives of the laypeople, while preparing herself for battle in His name.

Equipment and Armament:

-Godwyn-De'az Patter Bolter with Sarissa - Lisbeth's bolter, Permanance, is always set with a sarissa affixed; Lisbeth does not often stay hunkered down behind a single piece of cover for long. The Emperor's fury does not wait for the faithless to come, and so neither should His servants. Wherever possible, Lisbeth prefers to engage in close with the foe, and deliver vengeance up-close, where the heretic might better see their absolution as it impales them. In the field, the spikes of the sarissa also act as a tool for bodily penance through flagellation.

-Sororitas Power Armour - Sister Dominicia goes into battle without a helmet, as she believes her faith in the Emperor is protection enough. The black carapace is covered in scripture, carefully engraved into the surface of the armour and filled in with white, so that it might be better seen and read by the faithful as they march into battle alongside her, inspiring them on to greater feats of bravery in His name.

-Chaplet Eccelesiasticus - Rattling loudly with each step, Lisbeth's chaplet ecclesiasticus bears exactly eight hundred and thirty-three beads, each one representing ten acts of penance, wrapping several times around her waist.

-Frag grenades - As part of her dedication to close combat, Lisbeth echews the standard krak grenades, instead choosing to employ a larger compliment than usual of frag grenades, in order to force her foe out of their hiding holes and into the Emperor's light.