Lord Coake

An RP of international disputes handled....uniquely

Bump, because I'd at least like some feedback on this.

The Fate of the Cursed (WH40K Renegade Space Marine RP: ALWAYS OPEN)

@BCTheEntityI just wanted to say: As a tech-priest currently working inside the chapter, I may need some manner of involvement in this as well, depending on how you want to do things.

An RP of international disputes handled....uniquely

Imagine if you will, a world similar to our own. The same nations, the same religions, the same rivalries. However, international disputes are handled rather differently. Whenever any two nations have a dispute, they each choose a representative. This representative is a trained freelance martial artist or hand-to-hand combatant. These two representatives then fight on live pay-per-view television aired internationally, in a one-on-one fight, to the last person standing, with the proceeds going to a mutual international disaster relief fund. We would play these freelance representatives, being offered various rewards by various nations in exchange by winning them the challenges.

An Unconventional Anime RP Idea

So my concept is a Yugioh AU roleplay, based around the original series. Now, I know what you're probably thinking: How the hell is this even going to work? My Answer is this: Duels will initially be between a PC and an NPC, with the player winning. Once the players have made it to the finals, duels will be handled via either a collaboration post, or a series of posts between two players, with an agreed winner, and the duel presented cinematically/Literary-styled in the post(s). Character sheets would contain a simple deck list using card names and the amount in the deck, and themed characters and decks are encouraged. The story would follow a similar theme to the show, starting with a massive tournament similar to the Duelist Kingdom event of the show. Feel free to ask questions, comment, or laugh at me for how stupid this probably sounds.

Age of Imperialism (WW1-esque Nation RP)

@MardoxFunnily enough, I was thinking the same thing with the one NPC nation I've got the Cultural Ties alliance with.

An Unholy Mass: Warhammer 40,000 RP [Black Crusade Inspired] [Mature Content]

Sanath was utterly terrified that the Astartes had slaughtered Raoul, and then addressed him. His mind began to run through every possible punishment he could have inflicted upon him for being found in such a place with such a book. They'll have me hanged or boiled alive or whipped and flayed or burned alive! He was very visibly panicked, and knew for a fact the Astartes could see it, and likely everyone else in the area was well. Instinctively, he went to reach into his bag for the chems stored within, but stopped himself. Slowly grasping into the will to speak, and quickly downing the drink purchased for him, Sanath managed to breathe out his name, loud enough to be heard. "S-Sanath Marko M-My uhm...Lord."

The Fallen does not laugh, for he is not the sort of person inclined to do so, but he is nevertheless somewhat amused at the distress caused by what he has done. It comes as a mild surprise, then, to find himself being called "Lord" by the mister Sanath Marko, though it is pleasing to him to hear that- and he reminds himself to reign back his arrogance once again, that he is no more in the eyes of the Gods than the hunchback he just executed. In contrast to the chem-user's rapid chugging of his brew, Lucius sips at the beverage purchased for himself, enjoying the flavour more than the intoxication that his Preomnor will ensure never comes. This is, in part, why he purchased the drinks in the first place - he would remain sober, whilst the man practically prostrating himself before him should quickly succumb to the excess of alcohol in his system.

'You must be quite knowledgable, to have awareness of me and mine. Tell me, Sanath Marko,' Lucius continues calmly, taking another sip between words, 'precisely how much do you know about the Astartes? And, for that matter, what brought you here today in the first instance?'

Sanath felt the warmth of the drink wash over him, relaxing him slightly, though he was still very much worried about the events unfolding. His physical features becoming more lax and eased, his face regaining some of the color lost in his fright, he opens his mouth and begins to offer his explanation. "W-Well, sir...My uncle was in the Guard long before I was born, and would regale us with stories about his time fighting. His favorite was about how a group of Space Marines called the 'Dark Angels' had arrived to help them fight off some xenos on a world called Xarcus III. He had told us about their massive size, great strength, and honour. He told me that he knew of other such groups with different names, and that they travel the galaxy helping the Guard when they most need it..." With this he swallowed yet another massive quantity of the drink, forcing it down, and regaining yet more strength to speak. "As for why I'm here...I found this book the other day. The symbol was familiar, so I brought it to a friend who collects unique objects. He guided me to here, so I could learn more." Sanath intentionally left out the details of his dreams and the voices, for fear of being slaughtered there on the spot. He downed yet more still of the drink, and looked up at the Astartes.

Of course it was the Dark Angels the addict had been told tales of. Lucius wants nothing to do with them. He lacks the exact knowledge of how they treat those who have fallen to Chaos, but he surmises that, given his Legion's attitude prior to his dislocation in time, they are not particularly fond of traitors in the first place. Then again, he has wondered and now wonders again, are they the descendants of those who served under Luther, or the Lion? Either way, the damned Astartes cannot return to them, tainted as he is. 'Your uncle wasn't wrong,' Lucius concedes, 'though he was a fool. We both have our reasons for being here, and the fact that we are here, calmly drinking in a bar surrounded by perversion and bloodshed, suggests that neither of us are likely to return to the Imperium's chill embrace.' He deliberately excludes the qualifier of "...because we rejected it and its dead Emperor," since he knows not of Sanath's circumstances, and is all too aware of his own. 'Now, regarding the book, do you happen to have it with you still?' he asks. 'I wish to examine it.'

Sanath was chilled to the bone from the words spoke to him by the Astartes, and even the intoxicating drink did little to ease this torrent of cold washing over him. When the Astartes asked to see the book, Sanath shivered and nodded, slowly reaching into his bag, shifting his hand around the various chems and drugs to grasp the leather-bound tome. As he did so the voices began to whisper once again, telling him to worry not about the Astartes, that he was under their command. With some hesitance, he placed the book on the counter, and shifted it to be presented to the Astartes. "H-Here you are...The start of it makes sense, but further in it got far too confusing for me to understand."

It seems, from how readily his request is obeyed, that the man called Sanath is now utterly under Lucius' spell of power, through no deliberate design of the Astartes. Not strictly uncommon within his web of contacts, but he expected somebody with enough influence to get into this place would have a stronger will than that... though the late Raoul proved that this was not at all necessary, he supposes. He'll establish how true Sanath's indenture is later on, he decides, and whether or not he'll make use of it; for now, he draws the book over to himself across the table, examining the cover and the eight-pointed star upon its surface, then opens the book's cover, prepared to slam it shut should it attempt to enthrall his mind in some way. It does not seem to do so immediately, and so Lucius begins to read through the first few pages of it.

The first several paragraphs cover the falsity of the so-called "Corpse-God", and the willingness of the Chaos Gods to support their followers should they please them, albeit in a far more benevolent tone than what Lucius' experience with them has indicated. Continuing to imbibe his drink whilst skimming through the rest of the tome, his suspicions are further confirmed by the few undestroyed paragraphs of information, in particular a dedication to Slaanesh involving the violent, simultaneous sexual assault of six untainted virgins with a multi-pronged weapon of some sort, whilst imbibing copious quantities of a drug simply called "Heartbeat". The name is new to him, as have been a fair few extra-terrestrial terms he'd picked up over time, but for some reason, he's quite sure it'd induce horrifically painful heart attacks in the user. Other than this, he gleans little to no proper information from the book that he was not already party to, or that he could later utilise for his own ends. He decides it is useless to him in that state, and promptly closes it and slides it back over to Sanath. 'A copy of that could be extraordinarily valuable to the right people, if it were more complete,' the Angel informs the addict, little inflection in his voice. 'Do you have plans to acquire such a copy, or are you perhaps content with what is presented to you there?'

Sanath took the book from the Astartes' hand and stowed it back into his bag, still facing the massive hulk of a man. When the Space Marine presented to him the question of whether he would look for a book with more intact information, he shrugged and said "Well, I only took this book because I had seen the symbol before, and wanted to know more about it. That search led me here..." Just as Sanath finished speaking, a bookish man had approached them, and introduced himself as Ersus Tulfon. This man was rather energetic for someone in such a dark and brooding place, and it put Sanath on a slight edge. He looked to the man and said "I'm Sanath Marko.", glancing to the Space Marine to see how he handled the sudden introductions.

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

Caius was busy once the Cadian 88th had reached the Cathedral, rushing from position to position, helping the various groups fortify their entrenchments. One group he helped dig a small trench to fill with jagged wood and metal spikes taken from the rubble. Another he fixed up a heavy stubber for, deploying it against a collapsed pillar supported with rubble. The defenses grew steadily in preparation for the oncoming assault. His thoughts were as much a blur as his movements, jumping from thinking about how best to set up a rubble blockade at the east wall, to a series of quick prayers to the God-Emperor. He frequently found himself rubbing a hand across the golden aquila pendant he had scavenged from earlier, whether for luck or last wishes, he knew not.

When the time came for the inevitable Greenskin assault, he found himself in the main entrance to the massive building, tasked primarily with keeping one of the last heavy bolters around running properly. As the horde of xenos washed over the horizon, he and many others began to unleash wave after wave of lasgun, stubber, and bolter fire, doing their best to drown the alien menace in projectile death. Yet the greenskins persisted, growing angrier and stronger, speeding closer to the encampment. But still Caius fought on, his lascarbine screaming at him in the language of machines, heat venting from every possible exit, the charge pack steadily draining of its energy as it fueled the weapon. Caius' well disciplined shots of Caidan marksmanship brought down many a greenskin, though they still charged closer. Eventually, some of the smaller, faster greenskins would reach the line, scrambling up the rubble defenses to engage the guardsmen in hand-to-hand. Caius drew his knife and charged right back at them, screaming a blood-curdling cry of "For the Emperor!" as he tore his way through the smaller aliens, just in time to regain his position for firing at the larger beasts. Realizing his combat knife and lascarbine would be ineffective for engaging the larger Orks, he 'requisitioned' a bayoneted M36 from a fallen ally, whispering the Emperor's Peace to his fallen comrade as he did so. When the full-size Orks reached their wall, he was quick to use his lighter speed and smaller size against each foe, ducking around and behind them, jabbing at their exposed flesh with fast thrusts, preferring to maximize strikes over damage. One greenskin presented a particularly big opening, bellowing out a massive, enlongated cry in its guttural tongue. Caius took this chance, unhooking a frag grenade from his web belt. He pulled the pin and lept at the beast, attempting to lodge the grenade within its massive mouth. Unfortunately the Ork caught on, reaching to smack him out of the way. The massive hamfist grazed Caius' side, shattering a few ribs, and knocking him away, the grenade flying off into the melee around them, detonating and killing Xeno and Guardsman alike. But still Caius stood to his feet, spitting and wiping the blood from his mouth, raising his bayoneted weapon, and charging back into the fray, more furious than ever before. As he did so, his thoughts turned to one statement...

I may be just a man, armed with a simple weapon and not much more. But I am strong. I am Human. I am the Imperial Guard, and I will hold the Throne-damned line.

Age of Imperialism (WW1-esque Nation RP)

Heads up for those involved: I will be using photos of Nazi Germany's wehrmacht military to represent the post-war advancements of Vornehm's armed forces. I will NOT be using any images which contain Nazi symbols such as Swastikas or other flags. Just wanted those involved to be informed just in case.

Age of Imperialism (WW1-esque Nation RP)

Vornehm National Press

The Primer Newspaper for the Empire of Vornehm

Post-War Recovery

With the Terrible War now over, the Reichsrat, Chancellor Erich Krämer and Kaiser Waldemar IV have announced production of recovery goods to recuperate the losses created by the war. With several new techniques and machines in farming leading to the increased production of food and produce to support the population, post-war recovery is becoming a steady process. Many men returning from war have successfully secured new jobs in the manufacturing of new consumer goods and produce, which has aided the limping national economy. But despite these recent advancements, only time will tell if the Imperial government can keep up this reconstructive progress in the coming years.

New Military Developments

The Treaty of Parma had led to a decreased strength in the Imperial Military. With a perceived need to rebuild the armed forces, while maintaining the agreements in military size and technological strength. The Kaiser has recently authorized the construction of new recruitment centers to all major population centers in the Empire of Vornehm. Alongside this, Steinhaeuser Firearms was recently contracted to develop and produce the replacement for their antiquated Gewehr 1910 rifle that had served as the prime service rifle for the Imperial Military. The new Gewehr 1920 bolt-action rifle has begun initial testing and production, with marksmanship and bayonet tests being overseen by representatives from the Victorious Powers to ensure compliance with the Treaty regulations


Marksmanship test for the new Gewehr 1920 rifle


The Ehrnsdorf Guard, armed with the newer rifles, and wearing the new field uniforms

It's A Wonderful Life! - An Imperial Guard (40K) RP [Looking for Guardsmen]

If we do advance the plot, These might come in handy.