Laduguer

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

Sorry, been a busy end of the year for me. I'll try to get a post out this weekend, latest early next week. Would be good to get this back into a more regular schedule so I'll try my best.

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP

Same here.

Warhammer 40k: The Eternal Fight for Freedom - Penal Legion RP (Looking for cannon fodder!)

Gate was a young boy, not long after his 14th birthday. It was the dark season in Taranis Prime, and the night-time temperatures had already dropped well below freezing. If you spent the entire season indoors, you would go mad from cabin fever, especially in the overcrowded hab complexes of the mid-hive. The best way to shake off the dark season blues was an evening stroll along one of the open air promenades with your family. These were some of the fondest moments of Gate's young life. The many coloured lights of the commerce arcades, the smell of hundreds of street kitchens preparing local food, the groups of young heirs from uphive and strange off-worlders. He was safe amongst his siblings and under the watchful eyes of his hulking father, free to explore a night-time world of childish excitement.

Occasionally, however, Gate's parents would be otherwise occupied and he would instead venture out with only the company of a few of his siblings. This time was one such occasion, and Gate was walking through the streets at the end of the evening to return to his parent's complex. The streets were beginning to empty at this time of day, as the shops and markets closed and there was little reason to be outside. As Gate walked he forgot to look where he was going, and ended up colliding with a man walking in the opposite direction and sending a bottle the man was holding shattering upon the ground. The man had the look of a vagrant, and immediately turned on Gate in anger. Rather than taking the man's side, passersby immediately assumed that - because of his appearance - the man was some thief or lunatic attacking the young Gate. Gate made no effort to be honest; he let the gathering crowd assume the man was an attacker and revelled in the privilege imparted even by his modest social status. This was an important formative moment in Gate's life. There was no feeling more reassuring than knowing society was on your side. You could look upon the less fortunate through a glass screen and never have to know their fate.

...

As lasfire blew white-hot pockets in the ruined buildings, Gate wondered if this is how that unassuming vagrant had felt. The other penal legionnaires trying to blow his head off weren't interested in his side of the story. The officials from Redemption didn't bother to differentiate him from the next legionnaire, regardless of how much more valuable an asset he might be or how harmless his crimes may have been.

The deafening percussion of a grenade blast thudded from nearby as Octavia and Tigranes made their manoeuvre. The blast triggered some additional memory, a continuation of the scene. Gate remembered that whilst the crowd did not care for the life of the vagrant, the vagrant stood his ground and pressed the truth on them anyway. They didn't listen - the vagrant was arrested and might have even ended up on a penal world like Redemption - but there was nevertheless something admirable in the futile defiance of the vagrant. At any other time Gate might have found it a pathetic sentiment, but in this situation is stirred something inside of him. Grabbing his lascarbine, he drew in breath sharply and fired it blindly over the top of his cover.

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP

Actus was a naked eye, a simple entity of vision floating in a dark and smothered cosmos, comfortable in its closeness. He could see little in the gloom, but felt somehow glad of it; like a child hiding under their blanket, he was master in this hidden realm and the beyond could not harm him. However, slowly but relentlessly, the veil of this place was being stripped away. The first rays of a terrible sunrise were beginning to shine on the blanket and invade, rendering it no longer secure but rather transparent and pathetic. Through this now transparent veil, Actus could begin to make out the shadows of shapes moving on the other side. These shapes moved like a monstrous pantomine, nauseating in their outlines and in motions suggesting some horrific, cyclopean dance. A terrible fear set in as Actus realized that the illusion of his private cosmos was lost forever, and that he would never be able to hide from the knowledge of those monstrous shapes that danced above him.

Then, moist heat. Slight nausea. A ferrous taste in his dry mouth. He had fallen asleep in his cot-seat inside the small unmarked transport bearing him on the last leg of his journey. He felt relieved that his nightmare was not a reality, but not as relieved as he would have liked. It had been a recurring feature of his sleep recently, and whilst he was not taken to the primitive belief that dreams somehow held cosmic significance, the regularity of this one was beginning to upset some superstitious animal part of his mind.

This fear was perhaps was being exasperated by the already highly unusual nature of the last few weeks. Actus had lived a regimented and very routine life for decades, and he was still reeling from such a dramatic break to that routine. Suddenly, he was thrown into this dark and clandestine world that smelled strongly of incense. He still did not truly know what he was being recruited for, or how his fledgling algorithm would be put to use. He knew the Ordo Malleus was real - a mere myth would not be so heavily censored across so many Imperial records - and that they were somehow involved with monitoring classified and dangerous warp phenomena, but beyond that he had very little idea about what their actual function was. All of this created a strange aire of fantasy and mystery that made everything that happened to him seem ominous.

That was not to say he was not excited or honoured by this opportunity. This was undoubtedly the greatest career opportunity he had ever been presented, and it would mean taking on a range of new data processing tasks under the supervision of new directors with exciting new operating protocols. He would be eager to begin this work, and get this disturbing interim period over with... if it weren't for the terrible suspicion that this strange lifestyle was only a taste of what was to come.

The intercom seamlessly announced in servitor-tones that arrival was imminent.

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP

Actus Luft

Name: Actus Luft

Gender: Male

Role/Archetype: Sage

Personal Demeanour: Born as a single digit. A stamp. A pile of black robes given to him as soon as he could stand. Born into a world of bureaucracy, where a human does not live as a human but rather as some sort of insect, a scurrying ant left to find its place within a machine forever beyond its reckoning. Such a description speaks volumes for the demeanour of Actus. Anything resembling a personality is something that was constructed later, and only to tick a prerequisite for his promotion to Ordinate.

As a consequence, Actus knows how to interact with other individuals in one of two ways; as a superior, or an inferior. This presents a profound difficulty within the loose structure of an Inquisition cell, forcing Actus to fit his peers into a fabricated social hierarchy within which he can comfortably operate. The irony of a being born to process logic living in a state of fantasy is, mercifully, not apparent to Actus. Others may naturally either find this charming (should they weigh up as a superior in his estimation), or frustrating (should they not).

Actus is not an individual with a capacity for big ideas. His life is dedicated wholly to servitude; his sole motivation to serve his purpose and accomplish a work worthy of being passed on to his successors, his hatred of whatever adversary is ordained for him absolute and requiring no elaboration. This makes him a paltry leader outside the Administratum, but a fiercely loyal and flexible servant hell-bent on accomplishing his directive. It is in this aspect that some light of humanity shines through his muted character; a sort of half-bureaucratic, half-spiritual fervour for serving the great machine of the Imperium.

Speciality: Predicting warp activity.

Rank: Acolyte / Auxiliary

Description: Actus is an unremarkable figure physically. He is an average height, but possesses a sort of natural hunched posture that diminishes his presence and makes him appear smaller. He is thin and wiry, his body being little more than a canvas of pale skin stretched thin over a frame of fibrous muscle and bones.

His head is clean shaven, and home to the most obvious feature of his appearance; a staggered collection of external and subdermal cybernetic implants rippling and emerging from the skin of his scalp. These implants hug the curvature of his skull in plates and coolant spools, before running in connective cables down to his spine. These implants are evident on both sides of his head and appear largely symmetrical, although on the left side there exists a sizable implant large enough to have required the loss of his ear. Actus also possesses an augmented eye of some sort, which manifests itself as an opaque lens surrounded by compact steel casing.

In terms of his clothing, Actus is always found wearing robes of dull grey that end above his ankles, beneath which is visible grey pantaloons and a flak vest.

History:

Amongst the uphive families of Hive Asceta, it was considered tradition to donate your third child to the Adeptus Administratum, both as a sign of loyalty to the Imperium and to address the ever present issue of overcrowding. This fate befell the young Actus, who was donated to the Adeptus Administratum soon after birth. His parents are of unknown heritage and fate, the act of recording their names being seen as a distasteful distraction to sagehood. His birth records - were one to put the effort into locating them - identify him as being a native of the Lorin system in Segmentum Solar, specifically the hive world Lorin IV. He was relayed as an infant away from his homeworld, and thrown into the Schola Progenium central processing facility in the sub-sector capital. Here he received a basic education until he was old enough to be transferred to the care of the Adeptus Administratum proper.

His duties largely involved attending regular indoctrination sessions and acting as a petty boy-servant to more senior officials, until he was old enough to undergo the first of many augmentative surgeries that he would receive across his lifetime. To say he was a bright but quiet student would be unremarkable, as this could describe any of his peers. Indeed, what set Actus on a different tangent to any of the billions of other low-ranking scholars among the Administratum was no trait of his own, but rather an interaction between the times in which he found himself living, and simple fate. A while prior to his promotion to Ordinate, Actus was not a popular official amongst his department. He had failed to report unusual operating in his logic uplink implant, and as a result had made himself vulnerable to the slow and insidious development of a notorious data-hound virus. He did not appreciate the severity of this mistake until he attempted to establish a routine logic uplink to an unassuming data terminal, and had nearly been killed by the biofeedback seizure as the virus seized full control and entered the department's database.

The substantial data loss would have likely meant being converted into a servitor were he younger or lower ranking. Fortunately for Actus, enough time had been invested in his training and development that this punishment would be doubly wasteful. Instead, he was relegated to a menial and unimportant duty doing work more suited to a data servitor than an adept of the Administratum. He found he had many hours idle between his duties, a shameful and frustrating situation for an individual such as him. In order to prevent the slow creep of insanity and to distract himself from his shame, Actus began to look for work in other endeavours. It was an act of pure chance that his attention fell upon idly sorting and categorising astrographic data broadcast by Imperial shipping fleets. At first his interest had been mundane and recreational, pleased with ordering the vast innards of Imperial infrastructure. But over time, something additional caught his eye. A pattern within the pattern, something that on the surface appeared random but across a dizzying scale began to take shape.

Actus did not realise it for months yet, but he had uncovered the first signs of an grand algorithm predicting the incidence of warp based phenomena. Each freighter reported warp storms, unexpected deviations and issues experienced during warp transit, and observed manifestations of warp activity as a matter of routine. Together these meant little, but when cross-referenced across several millenia the pieces began to fall into place. Actus worked feverishly on his new algorithm in private, for fear he might be discovered and penalised further. Only when he was fully confident in his preliminary findings did he publish his results, with the intention of better informing Imperial shipping lanes on how to avoid warp phenomena.

Only when the black bag was removed from his head, and he found himself seated in the sable-black cubicle of an Inquisition interrogation cell, did he realise that this algorithm would attract quite a different interested party. After he was thoroughly mind-probed - a process made easier due to his extensive neural augmentation - and deemed pure, an offer was extended. Accompany an Inquisitor of the clandestine Ordo Malleus. Act as their sage-acolyte with all that entails. Apply the algorithm in the practise of hunting daemons.

Actus never had to make an easier decision in his life.

Equipment and Armament:

• Cybernetic Eye: Datalens capable of displaying a visual feed of data, overlaying data onto the visual field, and providing un-augmented vision.
• Logic Implants: Extensive neural and auxiliary implants that enable the mass rapid data processing and storage required by his discipline.
• Uplink Implant: A form of neural uplink used for transmitting data from logic implants to devices capable of receiving it, such as specially configured weapons, computers, etc.
• Dataslate
• Laspistol
• Imperial Aquila pendant

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP

I wish there were more books on them. I would love literature on their founding, the Titan Legions, Marian Civil War, etc.

@Lonewolf685

There's a book written about the Martian Civil War during the Horus Heresy. It's called Mechanicum by Graham McNeill.

Anyway yeah, seems like a tech-priest is a great niche to fill in any Inquisitorial retinue.

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP

My character is a Sage / Calculus Logi type, with an algorithm that's good at predicting where daemons are going to pop up. I think Jbcool is away for a few days now so I guess he'll sort out our characters in one fell swoop when he's back.

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP

Half way through writing my character here.

Warhammer 40k: Mortis Daemonicus - An Ordo Malleus RP (Interested?)

I'm down for it.

Warhammer 40K: Beyond the Law - A Mercenary Adventure (Open for business, apply within.)

@Irredeemable@DrunkasaurusRex@Laduguer

Cool beans, I must admit that I only put up this year old concept (since the first attempt) out of a 40k-induced madness; I don't suppose anyone would be interested in forming the retinue of an Ordo Malleus Inquisitor?

I'm not going to up and change everything, but I am weighing up this RP - one I think it certainly more open ended - and the other, that would be more like the Eisenhorn books, far more character focused and probably more detailed, gritty and grimdank. Just curious.

@Jbcool

Sounds equally up my street. I do love me some Inquisition.