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WH40k - God Machine

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WH40k - God Machine

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OOC Here

WH40k - God Machine

GOD MACHINE

In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.
The Immortal God-Emperor of Mankind sits upon the Golden Throne, an icon, a beacon, a deity to humanity. The citizens of the Imperium of Man, over a million worlds, worships the God-Emperor. For over ten thousand years He has protected the Imperium against countless threats. Barbaric aliens, traitors who worship evil, and the many horrors of the galaxy. Thousands of wars are waged throughout the Imperium. The Imperial Guard, consisting of billions of brave men and women, countless tanks, artillery and aircraft, fight back against those who would exploit, enslave or devour humanity. The Emperor's own Angels of Death, the most elite warriors of the Imperium, genetically enhanced, armed with the most powerful of armors and deadliest of weapons, once lead by the Emperor's own sons, the Primarchs. These Space Marines are entrusted with the most dangerous missions against the many foes of the Imperium.

But without the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Priesthood of Mars, all of the armies of the Imperium would grind to halt. The planet sized factories, Forge Worlds, fuels the war machine of the Imperium, constructing tanks, munitions, armors, all that would be required. These Engineers are not only builders, but also explorers, scientists, and warriors if need be. The Mechanicus being so powerful, so different, that some consider it an allied empire rather than an organization within the Imperium of Man. Rather than worship the Emperor, the Techpriests of Mars worship the Omnissiah, the Machine God. In the tens of thousands of years that the Imperium has stood, countless technologies has been lost to time and war. The Mechanicus reveres these pieces of technology from a lost age, seeing them as holy relics, rather than simple tools. To enforce the will and to defend the Forge Worlds, countless legions of cybernetic warriors, the Skitarii, stand ready. And when the armies of the Imperium and Mechanicus are not enough, the Titans. The Collegia Titanica, a branch of the Adeptus Mechanicus, commands colossal war machines, dozens of meters tall and carrying enough firepower to annihilate entire divisions of warriors. These Titans are ancient, revered, and jealously guarded by the Mechanicus.

The current state of the galaxy is one of despair. In the 42nd Millennium the vast Imperium of Man has been split in half by The Noctis Aeterna, the Blackness. A cataclysmic rift that has broken the boundaries between our galaxy and the dimension of The Warp, where the forces of Chaos and countless daemons lie. It spans the entire galaxy, dooming entire star systems to death, terror, and enslavement. The legions of Chaos, traitor Space Marines, Imperial Guard, the Dark Mechanicus and its corrupted Chaos Titans, all have spilled out to destroy in the name of their dark gods. On another front a race known as the Tyranids threatens the Imperium. Aliens from outside of our galaxy, organic, armored in chitin, with claws sharp enough to rip through tank armor, weapons that spit bio-plasma, acid and hooked tendrils. The Tyranids surge towards Holy Terra, where the God-Emperor sits upon his golden throne, the capital planet of the Imperium. The Tyranids consume all life in their path, leaving behind hollow husks of worlds once teeming with life.

But not all hope is lost. Roboute Guilliman, one of the Emperor's own sons, a Primarch, has been resurrected. He now leads a vast army across the stars, reinforcing the depleted warriors of the Imperium, breaking sieges, and fighting back the countless invaders to bring back hope. It is called the Indomitus Crusade, and with every passing day, Guilliman and his warriors fight to secure the Imperium of Man.

Forge World Ferrox, located on the border of Segmentum Solar, the core worlds of the Imperium, and Segmentum Tempestus, the southern region, is under threat by the Tyranids. Hive Fleet Leviathan has sent a tendril of ships to destroy Forge World Ferrox in order to starve the armies nearby of munitions and repairs. Under threat, the Forge World has unleashed its Titan Legion, Legio Viribus, the Iron Disciplined. The Imperium and Mechanicus, knowing that the tendril has to stop on the nearby world of Chemasto, has sent their forces to the planet. Forge World Ferrox has sent out a call for help and trusted friend of the Mechanicus, Inquisitor Zhevon Amoxa, has promised reinforcements and a way to destroy the Tyranid tendril entirely, but he is still weeks away. Legio Viribus, assisted by a dozen regiments of Imperial Guard, an army of Skitarii and the Imperial Navy have entrenched themselves, waiting for the Tyranids to come, and hoping that the Inquisitor and his reinforcements come swiftly.

WH40k - God Machine

Legio Viribus is a battle hardened, ragtag, Legion, having only just come back from a crusade just a handful of years ago. Many of its War-Engines were felled by Traitor Titans, and many traitors were felled by Legio Viribus. Only a few Titans remain battle ready, but more are being repaired and built. Now, the *Iron Disciplined* are a group of mixed veterans and novices, but all have a will of iron.

The Titans of Legio Viribus are unique in that they have no uniform color scheme or banner, with many of the Princeps painting their Titans in colors that they deem pleasant, or in colors that honors their homes or noble houses in some way. Other Princeps prefer to paint their God-Machines in intimidating ways. Some Titans hang banners, others do not. At first glance it may seem like a dozen Titan Legions have sent individual Titans, but upon closer inspection all of the Titans of Legio Viribus have one thing in common. The alchemical symbol for Iron is painted somewhere on the armor plating.

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Character Sheet Templates
There will be seperate character sheets for your main character, the Princeps, your secondary characters, the Moderatus, and your Titan. Keep in mind that each Titan has a different crew setup, so you might have 1 Princeps and 2 Moderati, or 1 Princeps and 4 Moderati, depending on the type and variant of Titan.

Princeps

Princeps
Name:
Gender:
Age: [Note that Princeps can go up to hundreds of years old, however the older the pilot, the more connected they are to their Titan. Sort of blending together with the Machine Spirit.]
Personality: [A short paragraph will be enough.]
Description:
History: [A short history will be fine, but if you want, Legio Viribus has been around and has fought a lot of different kinds of foes.]

Moderatus

Moderatus
Name:
Gender:
Age: [A Moderatus will typically be younger than a Princeps.]
Description: [A short description will be fine.]

Titan

Titan
Name:
Crew: [Include your Princeps, Moderati, and other command crew. Mostly this is for other characters such as your steersman, tactical officers, etc]
Construction Date: [Legio Viribus was under construction during the Great Crusade (Late M30 - Early M31), but was rushed out to combat during the Horus Heresy (M31). Your Titan, at the oldest, will be built around those dates. The older a Titan is, the more powerful it's machine spirit and personality is.]
Class: [Warhound, Reaver, Warlord, Emperor]
Pattern: [If you wish, you can pick a specific Pattern/Variant of Titan. If you want to pick your own weapons and style, "Custom" will be fine.]
Weapons:
Machine Spirit Personality: [This is how your Titan prefers to fight.]
History: [Optional]

Secutarii, the Titan Guard (Optional)

The Axiarch (Commander)
Name:
Age: [Young, middle aged, or old will do.]
Personality: [A few sentences on what kind of person the Axiarch is.]
Other: [Whatever else you would want to include about them.]

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Lore
All of these are excerpts from the warhammer40k.wikia or the wh40k.lexicanum, if you are very unfamiliar with the lore behind a certain thing, I would recommend you go there to read up on it.

The Crew of a Titan

"A Princeps is a senior officer in command of one of the towering Imperial or Chaotic war machines known as a Titan, and all of its crewmen are subordinate to them. Princeps are all people of exceptional willpower, which is required to enter a mind-link with a Titan and maintain their sanity intact amidst the roaring spirit of destruction housed within the Titan's adamantium hull. Although they belong to the separate military hierarchy of their Titan Legion and the Collegia Titanica, the Princeps are part of the Cult Mechanicus, and as such defer to the orders of powerful Adeptus Mechanicus Magi, who command the might of the Titan Legions and are able to issue them direct orders and decide their assignments."
"When the Princeps is linked to a Titan's MIU, he feels the Titan's body as if it was his own -- his hands become weapon arms, his senses are turned into powerful Auspexes and his skin becomes the thick adamantium hull -- an experience of supremacy and escape from human frailty that addicts every Princeps to his or her link with a Titan. The Princeps is then able to command the Titan intuitively -- he merely needs to think of undertaking an action and the machine complies. During this operation, the Princeps does not lose conciousness of his own body, and is able to simultaneously move and act as normal within the Titan's cockpit."

"A Moderatus (plural Moderati) is, after the Princeps, senior in rank aboard an Imperial Titan. He usually mans the weapons systems and/or motive systems of the Titan as well as sensors. Like the Princeps, a Moderatus has a hardwired link with the Titan to access its systems."

The MIU

"A Mind Impulse Unit (MIU) is a technologically complex device sacred to the Tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus which is used to create a neurological interface between a human mind a piece of machinery and control it with thought alone. Mind Impulse Units are most commonly employed in the colossal Titans of the Collegia Titanica, the Knights of the Adeptus Mechanicus and the Dreadnoughts of the Space Marines, though the latter are much simpler and seem primitive in comparison. An MIU is more rarely used to operate weapons or devices mounted on the shoulders or elsewhere on the human body, freeing the hands or allowing a warrior to deliver more firepower that what he can carry in his arms. An MIU is also used by certain Tech-priests to aid them in their tasks. The MIU allows the user to instinctively and intuitively control the machine he or she is connected to, as if it were an extension of their own bodies, or to absorb digital information directly into the cerebral cortex."

The Titan Guard

"The Secutarii, also known as the Corpus Secutarii, are Tech-Guards: cybernetically augmented warriors that serve in the armies of the Adeptus Mechanicus. Although they share many common roots with the Skitarii that form the bulk of the Adeptus Mechanicus' cybernetic armies, the Secutarii play a very different role on the battlefield, for they serve as support infantry for the Titan Legions of the Collegia Titanica. As much warriors as guards, the Secutarii are entirely devoted to the protection of the Titans under their care, which is why they are also known as the "Titan-Guard."

Warhound Class Scout Titan

"The Warhound-class Titan belongs to the smallest class of Imperial Titan, and is used as a scout or as the flanking element of a Titan Legion in conjunction with others of its kind. The Warhound-class Titan is thus the most common form of what is classified as a Scout Titan by the Collegia Titanica.

The Warhound Titan, despite being a class of Scout Titan, is still an immense war machine that stands ~14 metres (approx. 45 feet) tall. On the battlefield, the Warhound has been proven to be very effective, as the double-barrelled Turbolaser Destructor which it is now possible to mount on a Warhound-class chassis can destroy even super-heavy armoured vehicles with ease. When they are deployed against other titans, Warhound Titans use their superior speed and manoeuvrability to avoid enemy weapons fire. They also make use of pack oriented techniques to destroy enemy Titans, and there are some instances where lone Warhound Titans have defeated heavier classes."
The Warhound-Class Scout Titan has a command crew of 1 Princeps, 2 Moderati.

Reaver Class Battle Titan

"The Reaver-class Titan is a flexible, multi-role humanoid combat walker known as a Battle Titan that is commonly used by the Imperial Titan Legions at the forefront of the fighting. Amongst the honoured ranks of the Collegia Titanica the Reaver, like its larger counterparts, is regarded as a holy engine of destruction, an incarnation of the power of the Machine God, thrice-blessed by the Tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus before striding into battle. Reavers are of an ancient design, predating even the Age of the Imperium and having seen action on Mars during the battles of the Age of Strife when the Mechanicus first seized control of the sacred soil of the Red Planet. Reaver Titans are not as heavily armed as the Warlord-class Titans which form the mainstay of the Titan Legions' Battle Titans, or as fast and agile as the Warhound-class Scout Titans, though the Reaver is still a potent war machine in its own right. The Reaver was designed at approximately the same time as the Warhound-class."

"The Reaver-class Battle Titan differs considerably from newer designs, such as the Warlord Battle Titan, in placing the Titan's vulnerable plasma reactor towards the rear of the carapace housing. While this makes the Reaver difficult to knock out from frontal attacks, the more exposed cooling bars of the reactor make it a comparatively easy target from the side or rear. The greater speed of the Reaver over the Warlord minimises this problem but it does make Reavers unsuitable for heavy fighting in cities or other close terrain (such as urban assault) where they can be easily struck from all sides. They stand just under twice the height of a Warhound."
The Reaver has a command crew of 1 Princeps and 2 Moderati.

Warlord Class Battle Titan

"The Warlord-class Titan is a large and powerful type of Battle Titan, armed with much more firepower than its counterpart, the smaller Reaver-class Titan. The Warlord appears to be the most common class of Battle Titan in use by the Titan Legions of the Imperium of Man, and many Adeptus Mechanicus Forge Worlds field their own patterns of this class. Due to their immense size, Warlord Titans are not nearly as fast or agile as the Reaver-class Titans or the Warhound Scout Titans, but they more than make up for this failing with their sheer firepower and heavily armoured bulks."

"The Warlord Titan's colossal size, incalculable power and superior design make it both extremely difficult to harm from ground level, with its vital systems elevated far above the heads and hulls of those upon the battlefield below it, while its legs are plated with metres-thick armour to prevent it from being assailed by infantry or laid low by explosive charges. The Warlord is much larger than the aging Reaver-class Titan"
The Warlord Class Titan has a variety of command crew styles, some Warlords maintain a more traditional style of 1 Princeps and 4 Moderati. However other variants of Warlords have the Princeps taking a more connected role with their Titan, with the crew only consisting of the Princeps, a single Moderatus as second in command, a Sensori controlling the sensor arrays and a Steersman controlling the Titans movements.

Emperor Class Titans

Note that the Emperor Class Titans are split up into two subclasses, Imperator and Warmonger Emperor Class Titans.
"The Imperator-class Titan is the largest and most powerful variant of Emperor Titan ever deployed by the Titan Legions of the Adeptus Mechanicus. It is literally a walking fortress and is armed with much more firepower than the next Battle Titan in size, the smaller Warlord-class Titan. An Imperator-class Titan is one of the two classes of super-heavy Titans known as Emperor Titans that also includes the even more rarely deployed Warmonger-class Titan. The Imperator-class of Emperor Titan is a general-purpose assault platform, whereas the Warmonger-class Emperor Titan is a dedicated fire-support unit with more advanced fire control and targeting systems intended to aid its more specialised function. Both classes of Emperor Titan represent the most powerful mobile weapon systems in the arsenal of the Imperium of Man and are often unmatched by any force deployed by the enemy. Emperor Class Titans are extremely rare in the Imperium as the Adeptus Mechanicus has lost the capability to manufacture these monstrous war engines. Due to their immense size, Imperator Titans are not nearly as fast or agile as their smaller Scout and Battle Titan counterparts, but they more than make up for this failing with their sheer firepower and heavily armoured bulk. The Tech-priests of the Mechanicus consider the two classes of Emperor Titan to be avatars of the Machine God, walking incarnations of death intended to destroy all those who have displeased the Omnissiah."

"These formidable super-heavy combat walkers are the largest and most powerful war machines at the disposal of the Imperium (with the exception of void ships); their firepower remains unrivalled by any other land unit used by any of the other factions of the galaxy. The size of their arm-mounted primary weapons are surpassed only by the ordnance of the largest vessels of the Imperial Navy. They are loaded to the brim with pre-installed weapons, and their mounts can handle Titan weapons too big for even Battle Titans (they do not carry any of the close-combat weapons, as their sole focus is on extreme firepower). Emperor Titans are very rare, and can crush many weaker war engines. Taking advantage of this formidable firepower, the Imperator Titan bombards enemy positions with an awesome and relentless barrage, far out of range of most of the enemy artillery."

(Note its the one with the big castle on its back)

WH40k - God Machine

In this RP we will play as the pilots of the Titans of Legio Viribus, the Princeps. We'll be going about it pretty loose so you don't have to be a die-hard fan of Warhammer 40k, and know every bit of lore to participate. So if you want to pilot a huge war machine, slaughtering countless bugs per blast, join in. Watch out though, Tyranid Bio-Titans exist, and they will be a match for our grand God-Machines. This will be an action packed RP, with a few moments of respite, the focus will mostly be on our characters and how the war takes its toll on them. For all the power our war engines have, the pilots are still human. We will also clash with the many commanders of the Imperium that will arrive to help, some of them think they can boss us around, but we don't answer to them, others will be wiser, but most will be less than great strategists.

A couple of things. Warhammer 40k isn't known for its consistency. Details about the Titans height, weight, etc are muddled and inconsistent, and it gets even worse with Warlords and Emperor Class Titans. So I'm going to recommend that people who are unfamiliar with Imperial Titans go with either Warhounds or Reavers, just a recommendation. You do you, I'm not going to stop you, but it might prevent a little bit of headache. Besides the general rules of don't godmod, be nice, don't be afraid to ask questions, and get in the robot to kill aliens, here are some actual rules.

• Considering the role and rarity of Emperor Class Titans, I'm restricting that class of Titan to the Princeps Majoris, our 'squad leader'. There will likely only be one Princeps Majoris, or two if we have enough players for a second squad.
• I'm restricting the Ordo Sinister and their Psi-Titans. Sorry.
• While the RP is focused on the Princeps and their Titans, I will allow other characters as well, such as support crew and such. Just be sure to ask. You might have to make your own character sheet.

Again, we'll be playing it pretty loose with the lore. I'll give you a pretty good amount of leeway when it comes to your characters and Titans. The character sheets are in the character tabs zeroth post.

WH40k - God Machine

Could I play as an adeptus mechanius, and be more focused on support and repairs?

@Rebirth

Sure, to keep you more involved during the more combative sections of the RP, I could give you an Auger Array, and since we're running it fast and loose with the lore we could say that your Auger Array is more capable than the normal ones everyone else uses. Something like that.

OOC coming soon.

Legio Sinister?

@Dead Cruiser

Unfortunately no, I would rather not have any Psi-Titans on the field.

WH40k - God Machine

GOD MACHINE

In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.
The Immortal God-Emperor of Mankind sits upon the Golden Throne, an icon, a beacon, a deity to humanity. The citizens of the Imperium of Man, over a million worlds, worships the God-Emperor. For over ten thousand years He has protected the Imperium against countless threats. Barbaric aliens, traitors who worship evil, and the many horrors of the galaxy. Thousands of wars are waged throughout the Imperium. The Imperial Guard, consisting of billions of brave men and women, countless tanks, artillery and aircraft, fight back against those who would exploit, enslave or devour humanity. The Emperor's own Angels of Death, the most elite warriors of the Imperium, genetically enhanced, armed with the most powerful of armors and deadliest of weapons, once lead by the Emperor's own sons, the Primarchs. These Space Marines are entrusted with the most dangerous missions against the many foes of the Imperium.

But without the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Priesthood of Mars, all of the armies of the Imperium would grind to halt. The planet sized factories, Forge Worlds, fuels the war machine of the Imperium, constructing tanks, munitions, armors, all that would be required. These Engineers are not only builders, but also explorers, scientists, and warriors if need be. The Mechanicus being so powerful, so different, that some consider it an allied empire rather than an organization within the Imperium of Man. Rather than worship the Emperor, the Techpriests of Mars worship the Omnissiah, the Machine God. In the tens of thousands of years that the Imperium has stood, countless technologies has been lost to time and war. The Mechanicus reveres these pieces of technology from a lost age, seeing them as holy relics, rather than simple tools. To enforce the will and to defend the Forge Worlds, countless legions of cybernetic warriors, the Skitarii, stand ready. And when the armies of the Imperium and Mechanicus are not enough, the Titans. The Collegia Titanica, a branch of the Adeptus Mechanicus, commands colossal war machines, dozens of meters tall and carrying enough firepower to annihilate entire divisions of warriors. These Titans are ancient, revered, and jealously guarded by the Mechanicus.

The current state of the galaxy is one of despair. In the 42nd Millennium the vast Imperium of Man has been split in half by The Noctis Aeterna, the Blackness. A cataclysmic rift that has broken the boundaries between our galaxy and the dimension of The Warp, where the forces of Chaos and countless daemons lie. It spans the entire galaxy, dooming entire star systems to death, terror, and enslavement. The legions of Chaos, traitor Space Marines, Imperial Guard, the Dark Mechanicus and its corrupted Chaos Titans, all have spilled out to destroy in the name of their dark gods. On another front a race known as the Tyranids threatens the Imperium. Aliens from outside of our galaxy, organic, armored in chitin, with claws sharp enough to rip through tank armor, weapons that spit bio-plasma, acid and hooked tendrils. The Tyranids surge towards Holy Terra, where the God-Emperor sits upon his golden throne, the capital planet of the Imperium. The Tyranids consume all life in their path, leaving behind hollow husks of worlds once teeming with life.

But not all hope is lost. Roboute Guilliman, one of the Emperor's own sons, a Primarch, has been resurrected. He now leads a vast army across the stars, reinforcing the depleted warriors of the Imperium, breaking sieges, and fighting back the countless invaders to bring back hope. It is called the Indomitus Crusade, and with every passing day, Guilliman and his warriors fight to secure the Imperium of Man.

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Forge World Ferrox, located on the border of Segmentum Solar, the core worlds of the Imperium, and Segmentum Tempestus, the southern region, is under threat by the Tyranids. Hive Fleet Leviathan has sent a tendril of ships to destroy Forge World Ferrox in order to starve the armies nearby of munitions and repairs. Under threat, the Forge World has unleashed its Titan Legion, Legio Viribus, the Iron Disciplined. The Imperium and Mechanicus, knowing that the tendril has to stop on the nearby world of Chemasto, has sent their forces to the planet. Forge World Ferrox has sent out a call for help and trusted friend of the Mechanicus, Inquisitor Zhevon Amoxa, has promised reinforcements and a way to destroy the Tyranid tendril entirely, but he is still weeks away. Legio Viribus, assisted by a dozen regiments of Imperial Guard, an army of Skitarii and the Imperial Navy have entrenched themselves, waiting for the Tyranids to come, and hoping that the Inquisitor and his reinforcements come swiftly.

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In this RP we will play as the pilots of the Titans of Legio Viribus, the Princeps. We'll be going about it pretty loose so you don't have to be a die-hard fan of Warhammer 40k, and know every bit of lore to participate. So if you want to pilot a huge war machine, slaughtering countless bugs per blast, join in. Watch out though, Tyranid Bio-Titans exist, and they will be a match for our grand God-Machines. This will be an action packed RP, with a few moments of respite, the focus will mostly be on our characters and how the war takes its toll on them. For all the power our war engines have, the pilots are still human. We will also clash with the many commanders of the Imperium that will arrive to help, some of them think they can boss us around, but we don't answer to them, others will be wiser, but most will be less than great strategists.

OOC Here: roleplayerguild.com/topics/170707-wh4…

If you're not too familiar with 40k's Titans, I've copied over a boatload of lore for you to glance over. More information will be in the OOC, such as what the crew of a Titan is like, what kind of weaponry, etc.

Warhound Class Scout Titan

"The Warhound-class Titan belongs to the smallest class of Imperial Titan, and is used as a scout or as the flanking element of a Titan Legion in conjunction with others of its kind. The Warhound-class Titan is thus the most common form of what is classified as a Scout Titan by the Collegia Titanica.

The Warhound Titan, despite being a class of Scout Titan, is still an immense war machine that stands ~14 metres (approx. 45 feet) tall. On the battlefield, the Warhound has been proven to be very effective, as the double-barrelled Turbolaser Destructor which it is now possible to mount on a Warhound-class chassis can destroy even super-heavy armoured vehicles with ease. When they are deployed against other titans, Warhound Titans use their superior speed and manoeuvrability to avoid enemy weapons fire. They also make use of pack oriented techniques to destroy enemy Titans, and there are some instances where lone Warhound Titans have defeated heavier classes."

Reaver Class Battle Titan

"The Reaver-class Titan is a flexible, multi-role humanoid combat walker known as a Battle Titan that is commonly used by the Imperial Titan Legions at the forefront of the fighting. Amongst the honoured ranks of the Collegia Titanica the Reaver, like its larger counterparts, is regarded as a holy engine of destruction, an incarnation of the power of the Machine God, thrice-blessed by the Tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus before striding into battle. Reavers are of an ancient design, predating even the Age of the Imperium and having seen action on Mars during the battles of the Age of Strife when the Mechanicus first seized control of the sacred soil of the Red Planet. Reaver Titans are not as heavily armed as the Warlord-class Titans which form the mainstay of the Titan Legions' Battle Titans, or as fast and agile as the Warhound-class Scout Titans, though the Reaver is still a potent war machine in its own right. The Reaver was designed at approximately the same time as the Warhound-class."

"The Reaver-class Battle Titan differs considerably from newer designs, such as the Warlord Battle Titan, in placing the Titan's vulnerable plasma reactor towards the rear of the carapace housing. While this makes the Reaver difficult to knock out from frontal attacks, the more exposed cooling bars of the reactor make it a comparatively easy target from the side or rear. The greater speed of the Reaver over the Warlord minimises this problem but it does make Reavers unsuitable for heavy fighting in cities or other close terrain (such as urban assault) where they can be easily struck from all sides. They stand just under twice the height of a Warhound."

Warlord Class Battle Titan

"The Warlord-class Titan is a large and powerful type of Battle Titan, armed with much more firepower than its counterpart, the smaller Reaver-class Titan. The Warlord appears to be the most common class of Battle Titan in use by the Titan Legions of the Imperium of Man, and many Adeptus Mechanicus Forge Worlds field their own patterns of this class. Due to their immense size, Warlord Titans are not nearly as fast or agile as the Reaver-class Titans or the Warhound Scout Titans, but they more than make up for this failing with their sheer firepower and heavily armoured bulks."

"The Warlord Titan's colossal size, incalculable power and superior design make it both extremely difficult to harm from ground level, with its vital systems elevated far above the heads and hulls of those upon the battlefield below it, while its legs are plated with metres-thick armour to prevent it from being assailed by infantry or laid low by explosive charges. The Warlord is much larger than the aging Reaver-class Titan"

Emperor Class Titans

Note that the Emperor Class Titans are split up into two subclasses, Imperator and Warmonger Emperor Class Titans.
"The Imperator-class Titan is the largest and most powerful variant of Emperor Titan ever deployed by the Titan Legions of the Adeptus Mechanicus. It is literally a walking fortress and is armed with much more firepower than the next Battle Titan in size, the smaller Warlord-class Titan. An Imperator-class Titan is one of the two classes of super-heavy Titans known as Emperor Titans that also includes the even more rarely deployed Warmonger-class Titan. The Imperator-class of Emperor Titan is a general-purpose assault platform, whereas the Warmonger-class Emperor Titan is a dedicated fire-support unit with more advanced fire control and targeting systems intended to aid its more specialised function. Both classes of Emperor Titan represent the most powerful mobile weapon systems in the arsenal of the Imperium of Man and are often unmatched by any force deployed by the enemy. Emperor Class Titans are extremely rare in the Imperium as the Adeptus Mechanicus has lost the capability to manufacture these monstrous war engines. Due to their immense size, Imperator Titans are not nearly as fast or agile as their smaller Scout and Battle Titan counterparts, but they more than make up for this failing with their sheer firepower and heavily armoured bulk. The Tech-priests of the Mechanicus consider the two classes of Emperor Titan to be avatars of the Machine God, walking incarnations of death intended to destroy all those who have displeased the Omnissiah."

"These formidable super-heavy combat walkers are the largest and most powerful war machines at the disposal of the Imperium (with the exception of void ships); their firepower remains unrivalled by any other land unit used by any of the other factions of the galaxy. The size of their arm-mounted primary weapons are surpassed only by the ordnance of the largest vessels of the Imperial Navy. They are loaded to the brim with pre-installed weapons, and their mounts can handle Titan weapons too big for even Battle Titans (they do not carry any of the close-combat weapons, as their sole focus is on extreme firepower). Emperor Titans are very rare, and can crush many weaker war engines. Taking advantage of this formidable firepower, the Imperator Titan bombards enemy positions with an awesome and relentless barrage, far out of range of most of the enemy artillery."

(Note its the one with the big castle on its back)

The Crystal's Call

Alec Xu, Lapis Lazuli of Water
Forest Clearing

"Hello?" Someone spoke up, a girl. Alec jumped a little, having focused more on listening for quieter sounds. She surprisingly had a light step. He turned to look at her. "My name is Lucy, and I, um, think I might be lost. Do you know anything about where we are?" She asked. Alec blinked at the new arrival, was she a native of this place that simply got lost? Or was she pulled here like him? He had to know. Alec exhaled and ran his hand through his hair, she wore a hoodie and had some boots on, familiar clothing. Alec rubbed his nose and glanced around, it was just them two for now.

"Come here," Alec said, pointing to a spot across from his backpack."I'm Alec. Lost too, but judging from the trees and temperature..." he looked at the trees for a second, they weren't tropical trees, and they weren't covered in snow, so this had to be a temperate area."we're not at the equator or arctics, if that helps." Alec glanced around again, clearly uneasy. "What do you think about this place? Not normal?" He asked absentmindedly, rummaging through his pocket and pulling out his pocket knife, pen and flashlight. "All I got that's useful." He stated. Alec looked at the newcomer, she had golden blonde hair, something he didn't see very often. And she looked young, if this was a dangerous place they'd been put in... Alec couldn't explain the feeling to himself. He paused for a second "When it hits night, I can look up at the stars and see where we are, my astronavigation is... very rusty, it's been a few years since my class, but I might be able to figure something out." He explained, offering a possible solution to finding out where they were. He glanced up at the sky, "How'd you get here?" he finally asked.

WH40k - God Machine

GOD MACHINE

In the grim darkness of the far future, there is only war.
The Immortal God-Emperor of Mankind sits upon the Golden Throne, an icon, a beacon, a deity to humanity. The citizens of the Imperium of Man, over a million worlds, worships the God-Emperor. For over ten thousand years He has protected the Imperium against countless threats. Barbaric aliens, traitors who worship evil, and the many horrors of the galaxy. Thousands of wars are waged throughout the Imperium. The Imperial Guard, consisting of billions of brave men and women, countless tanks, artillery and aircraft, fight back against those who would exploit, enslave or devour humanity. The Emperor's own Angels of Death, the most elite warriors of the Imperium, genetically enhanced, armed with the most powerful of armors and deadliest of weapons, once lead by the Emperor's own sons, the Primarchs. These Space Marines are entrusted with the most dangerous missions against the many foes of the Imperium.

But without the Adeptus Mechanicus, the Priesthood of Mars, all of the armies of the Imperium would grind to halt. The planet sized factories, Forge Worlds, fuels the war machine of the Imperium, constructing tanks, munitions, armors, all that would be required. These Engineers are not only builders, but also explorers, scientists, and warriors if need be. The Mechanicus being so powerful, so different, that some consider it an allied empire rather than an organization within the Imperium of Man. Rather than worship the Emperor, the Techpriests of Mars worship the Omnissiah, the Machine God. In the tens of thousands of years that the Imperium has stood, countless technologies has been lost to time and war. The Mechanicus reveres these pieces of technology from a lost age, seeing them as holy relics, rather than simple tools. To enforce the will and to defend the Forge Worlds, countless legions of cybernetic warriors, the Skitarii, stand ready. And when the armies of the Imperium and Mechanicus are not enough, the Titans. The Collegia Titanica, a branch of the Adeptus Mechanicus, commands colossal war machines, dozens of meters tall and carrying enough firepower to annihilate entire divisions of warriors. These Titans are ancient, revered, and jealously guarded by the Mechanicus.

The current state of the galaxy is one of despair. In the 42nd Millennium the vast Imperium of Man has been split in half by The Noctis Aeterna, the Blackness. A cataclysmic rift that has broken the boundaries between our galaxy and the dimension of The Warp, where the forces of Chaos and countless daemons lie. It spans the entire galaxy, dooming entire star systems to death, terror, and enslavement. The legions of Chaos, traitor Space Marines, Imperial Guard, the Dark Mechanicus and its corrupted Chaos Titans, all have spilled out to destroy in the name of their dark gods. On another front a race known as the Tyranids threatens the Imperium. Aliens from outside of our galaxy, organic, armored in chitin, with claws sharp enough to rip through tank armor, weapons that spit bio-plasma, acid and hooked tendrils. The Tyranids surge towards Holy Terra, where the God-Emperor sits upon his golden throne, the capital planet of the Imperium. The Tyranids consume all life in their path, leaving behind hollow husks of worlds once teeming with life.

But not all hope is lost. Roboute Guilliman, one of the Emperor's own sons, a Primarch, has been resurrected. He now leads a vast army across the stars, reinforcing the depleted warriors of the Imperium, breaking sieges, and fighting back the countless invaders to bring back hope. It is called the Indomitus Crusade, and with every passing day, Guilliman and his warriors fight to secure the Imperium of Man.

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Forge World Ferrox, located on the border of Segmentum Solar, the core worlds of the Imperium, and Segmentum Tempestus, the southern region, is under threat by the Tyranids. Hive Fleet Leviathan has sent a tendril of ships to destroy Forge World Ferrox in order to starve the armies nearby of munitions and repairs. Under threat, the Forge World has unleashed its Titan Legion, Legio Viribus, the Iron Disciplined. The Imperium and Mechanicus, knowing that the tendril has to stop on the nearby world of Chemasto, has sent their forces to the planet. Forge World Ferrox has sent out a call for help and trusted friend of the Mechanicus, Inquisitor Zhevon Amoxa, has promised reinforcements and a way to destroy the Tyranid tendril entirely, but he is still weeks away. Legio Viribus, assisted by a dozen regiments of Imperial Guard, an army of Skitarii and the Imperial Navy have entrenched themselves, waiting for the Tyranids to come, and hoping that the Inquisitor and his reinforcements come swiftly.

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In this RP we will play as the pilots of the Titans of Legio Viribus, the Princeps. We'll be going about it pretty loose so you don't have to be a die-hard fan of Warhammer 40k, and know every bit of lore to participate. So if you want to pilot a huge war machine, slaughtering countless bugs per blast, join in. Watch out though, Tyranid Bio-Titans exist, and they will be a match for our grand God-Machines. This will be an action packed RP, with a few moments of respite, the focus will mostly be on our characters and how the war takes its toll on them. For all the power our war engines have, the pilots are still human. We will also clash with the many commanders of the Imperium that will arrive to help, some of them think they can boss us around, but we don't answer to them, others will be wiser, but most will be less than great strategists.

OOC Here: roleplayerguild.com/topics/170707-wh4…

If you're not too familiar with 40k's Titans, I've copied over a boatload of lore for you to glance over. More information will be in the OOC, such as what the crew of a Titan is like, what kind of weaponry, etc.

Warhound Class Scout Titan

"The Warhound-class Titan belongs to the smallest class of Imperial Titan, and is used as a scout or as the flanking element of a Titan Legion in conjunction with others of its kind. The Warhound-class Titan is thus the most common form of what is classified as a Scout Titan by the Collegia Titanica.

The Warhound Titan, despite being a class of Scout Titan, is still an immense war machine that stands ~14 metres (approx. 45 feet) tall. On the battlefield, the Warhound has been proven to be very effective, as the double-barrelled Turbolaser Destructor which it is now possible to mount on a Warhound-class chassis can destroy even super-heavy armoured vehicles with ease. When they are deployed against other titans, Warhound Titans use their superior speed and manoeuvrability to avoid enemy weapons fire. They also make use of pack oriented techniques to destroy enemy Titans, and there are some instances where lone Warhound Titans have defeated heavier classes."

Reaver Class Battle Titan

"The Reaver-class Titan is a flexible, multi-role humanoid combat walker known as a Battle Titan that is commonly used by the Imperial Titan Legions at the forefront of the fighting. Amongst the honoured ranks of the Collegia Titanica the Reaver, like its larger counterparts, is regarded as a holy engine of destruction, an incarnation of the power of the Machine God, thrice-blessed by the Tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus before striding into battle. Reavers are of an ancient design, predating even the Age of the Imperium and having seen action on Mars during the battles of the Age of Strife when the Mechanicus first seized control of the sacred soil of the Red Planet. Reaver Titans are not as heavily armed as the Warlord-class Titans which form the mainstay of the Titan Legions' Battle Titans, or as fast and agile as the Warhound-class Scout Titans, though the Reaver is still a potent war machine in its own right. The Reaver was designed at approximately the same time as the Warhound-class."

"The Reaver-class Battle Titan differs considerably from newer designs, such as the Warlord Battle Titan, in placing the Titan's vulnerable plasma reactor towards the rear of the carapace housing. While this makes the Reaver difficult to knock out from frontal attacks, the more exposed cooling bars of the reactor make it a comparatively easy target from the side or rear. The greater speed of the Reaver over the Warlord minimises this problem but it does make Reavers unsuitable for heavy fighting in cities or other close terrain (such as urban assault) where they can be easily struck from all sides. They stand just under twice the height of a Warhound."

Warlord Class Battle Titan

"The Warlord-class Titan is a large and powerful type of Battle Titan, armed with much more firepower than its counterpart, the smaller Reaver-class Titan. The Warlord appears to be the most common class of Battle Titan in use by the Titan Legions of the Imperium of Man, and many Adeptus Mechanicus Forge Worlds field their own patterns of this class. Due to their immense size, Warlord Titans are not nearly as fast or agile as the Reaver-class Titans or the Warhound Scout Titans, but they more than make up for this failing with their sheer firepower and heavily armoured bulks."

"The Warlord Titan's colossal size, incalculable power and superior design make it both extremely difficult to harm from ground level, with its vital systems elevated far above the heads and hulls of those upon the battlefield below it, while its legs are plated with metres-thick armour to prevent it from being assailed by infantry or laid low by explosive charges. The Warlord is much larger than the aging Reaver-class Titan"

Emperor Class Titans

Note that the Emperor Class Titans are split up into two subclasses, Imperator and Warmonger Emperor Class Titans.
"The Imperator-class Titan is the largest and most powerful variant of Emperor Titan ever deployed by the Titan Legions of the Adeptus Mechanicus. It is literally a walking fortress and is armed with much more firepower than the next Battle Titan in size, the smaller Warlord-class Titan. An Imperator-class Titan is one of the two classes of super-heavy Titans known as Emperor Titans that also includes the even more rarely deployed Warmonger-class Titan. The Imperator-class of Emperor Titan is a general-purpose assault platform, whereas the Warmonger-class Emperor Titan is a dedicated fire-support unit with more advanced fire control and targeting systems intended to aid its more specialised function. Both classes of Emperor Titan represent the most powerful mobile weapon systems in the arsenal of the Imperium of Man and are often unmatched by any force deployed by the enemy. Emperor Class Titans are extremely rare in the Imperium as the Adeptus Mechanicus has lost the capability to manufacture these monstrous war engines. Due to their immense size, Imperator Titans are not nearly as fast or agile as their smaller Scout and Battle Titan counterparts, but they more than make up for this failing with their sheer firepower and heavily armoured bulk. The Tech-priests of the Mechanicus consider the two classes of Emperor Titan to be avatars of the Machine God, walking incarnations of death intended to destroy all those who have displeased the Omnissiah."

"These formidable super-heavy combat walkers are the largest and most powerful war machines at the disposal of the Imperium (with the exception of void ships); their firepower remains unrivalled by any other land unit used by any of the other factions of the galaxy. The size of their arm-mounted primary weapons are surpassed only by the ordnance of the largest vessels of the Imperial Navy. They are loaded to the brim with pre-installed weapons, and their mounts can handle Titan weapons too big for even Battle Titans (they do not carry any of the close-combat weapons, as their sole focus is on extreme firepower). Emperor Titans are very rare, and can crush many weaker war engines. Taking advantage of this formidable firepower, the Imperator Titan bombards enemy positions with an awesome and relentless barrage, far out of range of most of the enemy artillery."

(Note its the one with the big castle on its back)

The Crystal's Call

Alec Xu, Lapis Lazuli of Water
A coastal town, noon.

Alec grabbed his scuba bag and put it onto his back, he owned his own wetsuit and goggles, and preferred to use his own spare air emergency air tanks. A lesson from his eldest brother, get your own stuff and maintain it yourself, that way someone else's mess up won't be your death. If your gear was wrong, it was on you. A good lesson, Alec thought. He was about to go on a dive with a few others to measure the sea urchin population in the nearby kelp forest. If the sea urchins got too numerous, there would be a problem. It was an important dive and Alec felt the need to be there. He glanced over at the pile of chainmail on the table in front of him, and the empty box next to it. He smiled a little, next week he was shark diving to see shark behavior with his own eyes. Once his brothers caught wind of the trip, they bought him a sharksuit. A full body chainmail suit priced at seven and a half grand. Alec was just going to rent a suit, but apparently his brothers wouldn't have any of that and apparently they had enough money to just send him a suit of armor. Later today he'd try it on, air tank harness and all, see if it all came together well. But for right now, he slipped his canvas shoes on, sea urchin dive. He popped a piece of hardcandy into his mouth and walked towards his front door, gripped the handle and... felt something on his eye, a piece of dust probably. With his other hand he rubbed his eyes, swinging the door open and stepping through.

Forest Clearing

It was warmer than it was supposed to be. Alec finished rubbing his eyes and opened them, readjusting his glasses at the same time. He expected to see his apartment complex, a road, cars, more buildings around. A pizza place across the street. Instead he was in the middle of a forest clearing, the trees were dense and too natural, and he saw wisps of unnatural green smoke in the middle of the clearing. Alec's eyes widened and he instinctively pulled his t-shirt collar over his nose and buried his nose and mouth into the crook of his right arm. Off the top of his head, nothing in nature produced green smoke, it had to be man made of some sort but he didn't see a canister or container. He watched it dissipate into the air. He stood there for a few seconds more, staring where it had been. What was that gas? He let his arm fall to his side and let his shirt collar fall off his face, hoping that the small amount of green gas that he had seen wasn't lethal. He glanced around, this was not his city. He felt his heart rate go up and his breathing speed up. Alec turned around slowly, seeing his door frame, but through the door was the treeline... upside down. Alec blinked twice and then a third time, hard. Opening his eyes it was still his door frame, and through the opening the upside down treeline. He leaned to the right to see beyond it. Nothing, normal right side up trees.

He looked the frame over, it was his door that was flipping the image. Alec stepped closer to the door frame, not willing to go through it. Instead he pulled a pen from out of his pocket and held it up. He reached around the frame with the pen gripped in his hand, facing upwards. He saw the pen and his fist facing down.
"W-what the...?" He muttered, this was no natural phenomenon, but he couldn't think of any technology that could do something like this. Transport him to a forest and have the perfect imitation of his door frame flip whatever was seen through it. A million questions raced through his head, but he had one important question to answer first. He placed the pen back into his pocket and gripped the frame. It was solid, wood, and cool. So it was real, no illusion. Then the flipped world through the door frame began to blur. It got blurrier and blurrier, quickly. Alec blinked, glanced left and saw clear images of grass, trees and sky. It was the door. He raised his glasses with his other hand and dropped them onto his nose again, it was definitely the door. He noticed the frame slowly fading.
"Wait, no-" he said, gripping the frame harder. The image blurred to such a degree that he could see the color of the grass, shadows, trees and sky blending together... then they started getting sharper. The image through the door was right way up, but the door was fading still. He saw it, felt it, fade into thin air. Then the door was gone.

"You're shitting me." Alec said to himself, he waved his hand where the door frame was, but nothing. He rubbed his fingers together, no residual... anything. Just the feeling of his fingers. He glanced around, he was alone in this clearing. He cursed over and over, someone or something must have pulled him here. But for what purpose? Who, what and why? The why especially concerned him, if this was a person with technology advanced though to just yank him from his town and drop him into some unknown part of the world... if this even was his world... he didn't finish the train of thought. He felt frustration boil within him.

"Goddamnit I'm supposed to be looking at fucking sea urchins right now!" He yelled at nobody in particular. No. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, doing his best to control his breathing. No use getting mad at the why, he was here now. He needed to figure out what to do now. Stay in the now. He took one more deep breath, holding it in, then he opened his eyes and exhaled. He took a knee and took off his scuba bag. He thought about what his eldest brother would do, the soldier. Probably raise his rifle and secure the area. Well Alec had no guns, instead he looked around, searching for threats but found none. Okay. He placed his scuba bag onto the ground and he pulled some grass from out of the ground. He smelled it, felt it. It was grass alright. He dug into the dirt with his fingers and did the same. Dirt. This place real, so far as he was concerned. He shook his head. Inventory. That sharksuit would be real goddamn useful right now, any sort of protective equipment in this unknown environment. Instead he had his neoprene wetsuit, three emergency air tanks, some granola bars he tucked away into the bag, various belts, his diving fins, harnesses and goggles. Not much was useful there.

He pulled out the contents of his pockets on his jeans. Wallet, nothing much useful there. He placed it into the backpack. Phone, he pressed the power button and it flicked on. So the transportation didn't kill his electronics, but there was no connection of any sort. He shut the phone off, better to conserve the battery. He placed it into the backpack. Keychain, into the backpack. He held his pocket knife and took out the blade, examining it for a quick second. He sheathed the blade and placed the pocket knife into his pocket, where he could easily grab it. Then his pen and his pen light, he flicked the pen light on and off to check if it worked, it did and it went into his other pocket along with the writing pen. He glanced at his watch, then up at the sun above. More or less noon still. He exhaled audibly, with only a small flashlight and a pocket knife, he didn't feel very well equipped. He patted his black jeans, a good enough pants for survival, a little restrictive, but not easily torn. Grey canvas shoes, not good. He was wearing a blue t-shirt, a long sleeved shirt would have been better. Finally, he had a black and grey hoodie, fairly thick and warm. Good, that extra thickness will definitely help during the night.

Now that he did inventory, he zipped up the backpack and looked around. Where was he exactly? The grass wasn't trimmed, it was wild, but it wasn't tall. He looked at the trees, it was definitely a forest, with roots exposed in some places, boulders visible. Alec was studying to be a marine biologist not a dendrologist, he couldn't identify what part of the world he was in by tree alone. He peered beyond the trees. He couldn't see any trails, no matter how hard he looked. That did not bode well. If this forest was not well traveled, it was not well traveled for a reason. Either unexplored or there wasn't any civilization nearby, he concluded. He took a deep breath through his nose with his eyes closed, crisp, fresh, clean air the likes of which he had never breathed before. He took another deep breath just to enjoy it, having lived in cities and towns his whole life. Then he noticed something. This was a forest. His eyes shot open, he heard the wind rustle the leaves on the trees and the grass, that gentle rustle and nothing else. His breathing sped up. There wasn't any sound of cars or jets, no trains, just the sounds of a forest. Alec slowly moved his hand to hover over his knife. He heard another gust of wind rustle the trees. He slowly looked up towards the sky and only saw the blue, dotted with white clouds. Alec felt his mouth become dry and he swallowed. If this was a forest, nowhere near civilization, where were the birds and animals?