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Heroes of The Guard: A Warhammer 40K RP

I was stunned by the sight, I can tell you. Multiple roks, hitting at near approximately the same location all at once. Orks never ceased to amaze, I thought with mounting fear. It was blind luck, or an intelligence I was not prepared to admit, that would have those flying piles of stone and steel hitting a planet in unison, particularly when one accounted for the atmospheric pressure, the wind, and their efforts to slow their descent. Even as I watched, hulking green figures leaped or fell from the great husks. Some burned, some fell through the broken surface into cavernous darkness, and I believed a sizeable percentage of them did not survive the crash. Yet Roks only traveled when there were more than enough Orks to make a sizeable force even past such paltry attrition.

The exhaust and dust somberly floated past my head, and I knew I had only seconds to decide what to do before our element of surprise was dashed. But I also knew that if we went down there, not all of us would make it back up top, if any of us did. Yet the more I delayed, the more time the green xenos would have to bring out weaponry that could punch through the sturdy hull of our small chimera squadron. I then realized something that I am embarrassed to even account for.

"I didn't count on this..." I said, and inwardly cursed myself when I realized Sel could hear my voice.

"On what?" She asked. "Sir?"

"...The Rok crater...I can't turn my multilaser to point downards." I said, somehow viewing the situation in my mind of the Roks having slowed down more, leaving less of a crater for us to fire upon in a hit-and-run assault.

The silence in the next two seconds was deafaning. "What did you say, sir?" She asked with an incredulity that either barely contained laughter or wrath. I felt slightly offended, seeing as it was from my experience we had even discovered the Orks. Luckily, the two seconds she took to realize my lack of forthought had given me the time to come up with a plan. I dropped down into the belly of the Chimera, and grabbed the laudhauser, noting the sight of Morek manning the forward facing heavy bolter that came standard with the Chimera APC. Somehow the squat was chewing on a red strip of jerky, though from where, I had no guess.

Before Sel could comment, I ascended again and flipped the switch on the Laudhauser, before whispering into my vox. "On my signal, roll down the hill and make a circuit around the Rok. Don't stop." I said, and cleared my throat. Even now, there were a few piggish yellow eyes looking upwards at us, and muscled figures pointing. No bullets yet, but that would change soon. I then steeled myself, knowing I had to sound authentic, and so I drew in a deep breathe, throwing away my pride and gathering my memories of the horrid greenskins for this performance, as my life actually depended upon my voice. Strange, considering most of the time people comment how smooth and debonair I sound, but this time, I threw that out the proverbial window.

I placed my mouth to the laudhauser, and screamed.

"WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!!!"

My voice as deep as I could achieve, the sound blared into the canyon, echoing across the ruined stone and makeshift structure of the Orks curious space transport. As the voice was still echoing, I flipped the laudhauser off and opened the vox. "Go, go, go! Forward, now!"

The Chimeras lurched forward, and moments later I had a sinking feeling in my stomach as the precipice of the crater very much made me feel like a canoe tipping over a waterfall. The armored transport fell forward two meters passed the drop, and I nearly lost my lunch from the verigo before we were racing down the curving wallface. I lowered my laudhauser and thumbed the safety off the multilaster. Lasbolts the width of a slim woman's torso burst out of the mounted turret at high volume, spraying chunks of debris and shearing through lightly armored Orks as the xenos wooped, confused. I placed the voice amplifier to my lips again and screamed the Orkish warcry once more. Morek's heavy bolter tore through green flesh with unrestrained violence, and as I screamed again, the Orks that had just leaped out of the Roks, their blood up from hearing their battle cry, seeing no true enemy other than potentially three vehicles shrouded in dust (that even an Ork would question on the intelligence of attacking such a large force with) began to hack at their comrades with axes made of pipes and sheet metal. Shoddy autogun fire began to ring out, and the Orks that were hit from behind turned on their comrades in anger as well, enraged and whooping. A few bullets rang off the hull, but otherwise the Orks were too busy to pay attention to us in full, as they had begun to butcher one another.

Out of the dust, an orkboy with a cigar and a flamer stepped out, and with a 'whoomp' I found a gout of flaming rushing at me. I screamed in panic and slipped, falling into the Chimera, thankfully not hitting my head in the process. Wide eyes from every trooper were glued to me, and a sturdy man with white teeth helped me up, his eyes wild but filled with hope. "You're a genius sir! A goddamn genius!"

"Just don't stop! And don't disembark! If enough of them smell human they won't be so keen on each other anymore." I cautioned, coughing from the dust that had kicked up in my lungs. Morek said nothing, merely continued his relentless barrage of bolt shells from the front right compartment. I turned to the front of the vehicle. "Corporal Sel! Turn our squadron around at the next bend in the Rok and climb back up again. Even with this, they won't fight each other forever. We need to get out of here before their armor or rokkits are out, and then we need them following us once we're topside!"

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Heroes of The Guard: A Warhammer 40K RP

"Keep the engine running, Corporal. I'll be there shortly." I responded, hoping my voice sounded steady. As men ran back and forth, carrying equipment and ordinance, I had an abrupt feeling of imposter syndrome. How had I fooled all these men into thinking I was worth following? Surely command knew better than me, I told myself. Morek seemed to have confidence, at least, following my every step and eyeing every man suspiciously as he carried around the bloody Ogryn gun. Picking our way past the wreckage of a looted Tauros RAV and a rockcrete pillbox where two men loaded a heavy stubber, we saw the Chimeras at the center of the MOB, men scattering away as they roared to life.

"What I would not give for some hellfires," I said, knowing even if we routed the Orks, in a generation another wave would come screaming out of the badlands unless we burned the whole place.

My lamentations were interrupted by the first Rok hitting the planet's surface a bit over twenty kilometers away. There was a sudden flash of light to my left, and I covered my eyes instinctively. Moments later, a gale of wind and dust hit Morek and I with the force of a deep sea wave. I was knocked off my feet, though Morek, heavy as he was, grabbed my flailing (and yelling) form and kept himself steady. Squats are like square shaped boulders, I have come to find.

Despite my fear and rather embarrassing position, crying out and being held by the jacket, flailing like a ragdoll, I was actually well versed in the manner of the Orks and their landing capabilities. I hailed from the planet Avarus in the southern edge of the Segmentum Obscurus. Unlike the rest of the fleet zone, we did not get an overabundance of Chaos warbands. Only once in my life did a chaos fleet raid our world, and I was four at the time, so my expertise does not lie in that particular field, though I was aware of the stories. No, our biggest calamity was when I had just turned nineteen, and my homeworld was attacked by a one-eyed Ork Warboss creatively named 'Biggun Green.' I remembered being invited to the tower where my father and the commanders of the PDF showed me the auspex, and I heard the exact sound of an Ork Rok entering our atmosphere. I remember seeing our sister city, Saphir, burn across the expanse of few miles of pine forest. I recalled how flimsy of a barrier that was to our position. I had even seen limited combat, as our world had kept its pre-industrial traditions even after three millennia of being uplifted by the Imperium.

Noble sons were expected to fight.

However, I did not have my father here to give me orders, or my brothers to compete with (or use as distractions). As much as I had always loathed my father, there was still some manner of protection knowing he was there. Hopefully, I had half the confidence he did. The men under my command certainly needed a leader with that trait.

The concussive blast only lasted a few seconds, and despite my very manly squealing, it honestly was not that bad, after the fact. As insane as Orks are, they aren't entirely without reason. Ork roks are exceptionally tough, but even with their hulls dozens upon dozens of meters thick, the structure (nor its crew) would not normally survive hitting the planet. Roks control their descent by random discharges of modified force fields, reversing polarity charges at the molecular level. This force field, in combination with modified traktor beams, not only slows the descent, but produces a pressure bow-wave extending for over dozens of kilometers and a temperature of over 159 degrees above the surface mean during the descent operation, boiling the ground beneath the Rok up to ten metres deep and coating it in a silicon-based layer. This silicon-based layer provides additional stability for the rok, at least until its support structures, consisting of thousands of automatically adjusting spike-tipped anchors, are deployed, allowing the Rok to disperse its cargo by a series of hydraulic ramps. Even then, not all orks survive, but even just one rok can hold tens of thousands of orks, and from the readings we knew of at least two objects in the 'asteroid' cluster that fit the size of one.

Once I regained my feet, Morek and I hustled to the Chimera, it's back ramp still open like a gaping maw. I shouldered my way in, the men too scared to bother apologizing to the ranking officer. Their eyes were wide beneath their helmets, jaws clenched. I gave each man that looked my way an encouraging smile and nod, patting a few on the shoulder. I heard a few yelps behind me as Morek bulled his way past them beneath their eyeline like some lurking hormagaunt.

Sel was snug in her seat, having just finished prepping her station and awaiting my orders. I gave her a grin, looking around. "I'm impressed, Corporal."

"Once you know the lingo it all falls into place, sir." She quipped. "So, what's the plan?"

"It'll take the Orks a bit to get situated. We need to hit them hard as they're leaving the Rok. I'll get on the multi-laser," I said, and almost fainted when I realized I had just volunteered for the most vulnerable position on the Chimera. I supposed a small, irritating part of me really did have something to prove. "As they're getting off the Rok, we hit them, and when they give chase, we call in the artillery to clean them up."

"Sounds like a plan." Sel said, and grinned. "Better hold on."

Somehow, I could tell by those three words this was to be a bumpy ride, so I hurriedly took my position at the platform, half of my body sticking out above the Chimera like a target that read 'please murder this stupid git' as I released the safety mechanism on the multi-laser and placed a finger to my ear, reaching the vox for the chimera comms. "We're moving out. Follow our lead!"

Darkhearts: A Forgotten Realms RP

"Meat please, and some cakes." Amal said, his elbow on the table and his dagger in his hand, waving it around in a circle to gesticulate, as one does. Amal was surpised Charynrae had helped the woman. Even if she was a bit nice for a dark elf, it was charity he would not have done himself. However, when she said it was on the house, he supposed he understood why, now. After the waitress walked away, she glanced back at the strange table before disappearing to the back.

There was a general murmur around them, a table with a surface elf, a dwarf, a halfling, and three humans erupted into laughter. Amal was glad for the sound covering his words.

"I hear there is a bounty on bandits a few dozen miles north, at a place called Ironspur." Amal's accent causing his voice to sound both smooth yet clipped. "I say we go there next."

Two hefty northerners, looking for all the world like Luskaners, stumbled past the two new companions. They nearly bumped into the tabletop, and a keen eye could see Amal's hand slip into one of their pockets. Three shiny silver coins were between his four fingers, and he flashed a grin to Charynrae. For the normal eye, it would seem as if he plucked the coins out of nowhere. "I will cover the inn expenses tonight. I decided I would like to sleep in a bed for once. Maybe a bath too."

Amal saw the woman coming back with the drinks, the food likely still cooking. He gave his jackal-like grin again. "But first, let's fill our bellies."

Heroes of The Guard: A Warhammer 40K RP

My pleasure at seeing a group of relatively attractive women standing to attention was soured into guilt when I realized the implications of their having locked themselves in the prefab. I wondered briefly how long this had been going on, and exactly who was responsible for allowing such concerns. Hopefully Sergeant Matalow, seeing as I already had him in a form of custody, but I would check on that later. The female troopers held their lasguns point upward, resting against their arm and shoulder in a proper rifle salute. I nodded, pleased.

"Don't be sorry. At least you had the good sense to lock yourself in a place where you could perform your damned duty, unlike these fool drunkards out here." I remarked, indicating beyond the sandbags with a gesture of my head. "They can't even hold their liquor. I'd say their tolerance for alcohol isn't the only thing that's lacking about them."

There were a few smiles at that, which caused me to give a curt one back. I glanced past them into the small but solid structure. There was a small light flashing, painting the wall in red every few moments. "At ease, and show me the inside of your facility. I should have at least a cursory knowledge of your station, just in case. Corporal, stand by the door and keep an eye on if you see any flasks meet anyone's lips."

"Right, sir!" She said, and while she did a good job of it, I know now I should have specified she did the same with herself. However, Sel was never extremely irresponsible. She knew her business, and more besides. The women turned and strode into the structure with me in tow. For once, I did not feel unsafe entering an enclosed space within the grounds of this platoon's area, though I likely should have been. I have seen trooper Sparks break the jaw of a leering Steel Legionarre from Armageddon with a right hook that could only be described as a thing of art. I'd seen trooper Nexis, the slim woman with a shock of blonde hair that sat down at the auspex, catch a live grenade and throw it into the gullet of a carnifex with insane precision. I would have similar anecdotes for some of the men, of course, but I have to impress it upon you that female troopers are every bit as dangerous as their male counterparts.

"Hmmm, curious." Nexis said, furrowing her brow and turning a small knob at the base of the console. The other women congregated together in curiosity, and I had to squeeze my way through them to get a better look. I could not tell hide nor hair from the various buttons and switches, but whatever was occurring now could take precedence over my brief education.

"What is it?" I asked with my most commanding flair of voice.

"Sir, it's not the auspex, or not only the auspex. There an indicator that the orbital starships have picked up some asteroids on their augurs."

"And what's on the auspex?"

"I don't know, it's...it's almost like a mountain is moving." She said, but before I could inquire further, she flipped a yellow switch, and the room was filled with static that eventually coalesced into a strange, consistent rumbling, with a low hissing that sounded like sizzling bacon. I then made a mental note to take lunch soon, and then compartmentalized that for later. I squinted my eyes for a moment, something tickling my mind. I had heard something like this before...

At once, the thought struck my head like an earthshaker round. Emperor's Teeth!

"This is the comm station as well, isn't it?" I asked breathily. A few of the women nodded. "Patch me through to command. Now."

There was an unspoken question on Nexis lips, and Sparks raised an eyebrow to a trooper whom I would later learn was called Elara. However, after a moment she picked up the comm and handed it to me, adjusting the frequency as I placed it to my lips, hoping I would be clear through the vox.

"What is it J-Artillery?" A voice asked blandly.

"This is first Lieutenant Kayden Caladwarden of 3rd Platoon. I require clarification on the augur readings from orbital. Over." I declared, the static lasting a few more moments before the voice came back.

"Lieutenant, this is a feed for emergencies only." They did not even bother to say 'over.' I was not unused to being ignored, as when one is a lord, you simply get ignored by other lords who think you are undeserving of the title, or your overbearing family that thinks you're not worthy of the name Caladwarden. But it still irked me.

"This is priority, command. I am well within my right to ask for clarification. Please do so, over." I said, and the women in the room had grown quiet. Even Sel poked her head in, the building so small she could hear everything, regardless.

There was an audible sigh, before a few moments of keyboard clicking. "First Lieutenant, Star Cruiser Impenetrable spotted some small asteroids that were set to miss Kaurava III by a few thousand kilometers. They have been aware of the approach for some days. The cogboy supposed they were shifting from solar winds, but they recanted the report. Over."

My heart skipped a beat. "Command, patch me to the Colonel, now. Over."

"What? First Lieutenant, I know you are new-"

"Command if you do not patch me through to the Colonel then I will drive there and make you myself. THIS. IS. PRIORITY. DAMMIT!" My voice had risen to a barking cadence a hardened veteran would use, and the eyes in the room had grown wider. They shifted uneasily, and Sel looked like I was a madman. I certainly hoped she was right. I used this moment of pause to point at the auspex. "I want exact coordinates to the sound, trooper." Nexis was on it, recording the auspex readings. After a small breathless moment, I had believed I had simply been cut off, but then the static whirred again, followed by a familiar voice.

"This is the Colonel, speaking. Over."

"Colonel, this is First Lieutenant Kayden Caladwarden. We are about to be hit by Orks, sir. Over."

"Orks? What do you mean?" The Colonel asked.

"Those asteroids read by the Impenetrable, they are Ork Roks. They're entering the atmosphere as we speak! They are set to land at..." Nexis handed me the parchment, and I took it with a wribble of the page and held it up. "49 degrees, 3.627. The asteroids have changed course, and they are landing. Sir, I advise you place all regiments on high alert, get eyes on the landing sight and redirect your artillery."

"Lieutenant, I don't know if your high birth has made you arrogant or simply insane. However, I will look into these claims, stand by. Over."

I did not stand by. I put the comm down and pushed past the troopers, who had begun pelting me with different questions, ranging from 'what in the frak!?' to 'what are we going to do, sir?' I stepped outside, feeling wind from the west that smelled acrid and tinged with metal. Squinting, I looked into the sky. I could not tell, but I fancied I could see multiple black dots in the distance like solid dark stars.

"Sel, can you drive a Chimera?" I asked her, turning to face the women. She looked at me, dumbfounded, and then nodded. "Good. Find me two other drivers that aren't inebriated. I want all three Chimeras ready to go in 10. Trooper Nexis, tell the basilisk crew to redirect their guns with the coordinates you gave me, change for ten degrees east." I did not stop walking, raising my voice and laspistol as I walked down the hill. "REDCON! REDCON!" Once I found the laudhauser, I repeated and filled the men in on the current situation.

The next few minutes were a flurry of activity, and it looked all the world like a sale at a habmerchant shop rather than a military view of readiness, but it was better then nothing. Men who had been drinking half an hour before were now hauling sandbags to the western edge of the perimeter and reloading lasguns. Morek had found me, informing me Sergeant Matalow had been stuffed into the infirmary, still tied up. It would have to do for now. However, what Morek had in his hands had my eyes popping out of my head.

"What in the blazes is that!?" I exclaimed, and Morek looked down at the huge piece of equipment he held. It was like a block of plasteel and iron, easily twelve kilos if not heavier. Its stock shot out at a 45 degree angle from its heafty barrel, and I could not imagine its clip held what amounted to anything less than astartes bolter shells. At the end of its barrel was a broad bayonet that could spit a wild ambull. The design was simple, but brutal. Morek patted the hunk of what appeared to be a shotgun with what almost passed for affection.

"Ripper gun." He said, curt as ever.

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Fear not, Mr. Head. All my roleplay partners will be verified ""18+"" until you're ready to listen to what the people want, need, and deserve.

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Finally, people on the Guild are free to love who they want to love without scrutiny and ridicule! Thank you, admin team. Maybe dropping that age limit a little bit is next in the pipeline? Great first step, though!

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Sorry Mr. Jepstein, ages aren't made up. Though if you feel passionate about it I suggest contacting your local government

Site Reminders and Updates

Hey guys, it's me! Just wanted to clarify a few things that have been longstanding on the forum, but that people still get confused over.

Account Deletion

Alright, I get this question ALL the time. Look, even as an admin, there is no button on this site that lets me permanently delete your account, nor can I delete everything you've done. Unfortunately, you'll have to live with that furry porn or those insults you flung or whatever it is you did. I would advise simply being more careful with what you do. Sure, I can hide singular posts, but it's NOT possible for me to just delete your account. Apologies.

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1x1 Rules

This is a contentious one, but this one came directly from Mahz a couple of years ago. People are allowed to advertise for kinks, even ones that would, irl, be immoral/illegal, as long as 1) they don't go into explicit detail on the acts, and 2) they and their partners are over the age of 18. Now, we tried to switch the rules around to discourage that kind of thing, because people were being super explicit, but now we have other people going around, policing every kink that they think is problematic on an RP forum, so the rules have been reworded again. But this has always been the policy, since as long as I have been here, and it was solidified by Mahz a few years ago. No matter what problems you (or I, frankly) think of something like incest or what-have-you, as long as they just say what they want but do not post images or specific acts, they can do that.

Us mods, and even I, as an admin, could not police it regardless. I cannot peep at people's DMs. I don't have that power, and honestly I don't want it.

I know this is not what some of you guys like to hear, but until Mahz changes his mind, it's gonna be that way. Sorry if this is in any way an inconvenience for you.