Steel Legion

Born in Battle: The Saga of The Wild Hunt MC, the Werewolf biker gang.

BLOOD & IRON: IMPERIAL AMBITION

DONT YOU DIE ON ME!!!

3, 2, 1, clear!

Trials of Initiation: A Warhammer 40k Salamanders campaign (currently full, apologies!)

Ok my first post is up.

Just so you know... yes neophytes are put to work in the forges. In fact this is their primary way of training them before they are deemed good enough for battle training. At least according to the internet...

I also took some poetic license with the means of creating Astartes armor, as on the tabletop Salamanders ignore -1 ap weapons on their armor in addition to the new armor of contempt rules which reduces -2 ap to -1 (which salamanders then ignore... PRETTY SPICY!!). Salamanders may now in fact be one of the strongest marines on the tabletop.

FYI Salamanders also reroll 1 wound dice per squad, per turn. Which is meant to reflect how much better the craftsmanship of their wargear is, as pretty much every salamander repairs their own gear, which allows the chapter artisans to focus on crafting other gear.

Trials of Initiation: A Warhammer 40k Salamanders campaign (currently full, apologies!)

COME FORTH

… what am i?

CREATION
YOU ARE THAT WHICH MUST BECOME

… what must i become?

THAT IS YOUR CHOICE

*you are assailed by visions of great war machines, smoke and fire, but also individual moments of creation, of inspiration and yes, of generosity, each path branching out lead by great creatures clad in emerald green with a white symbol on their shoulders, then you see a singular creature, cut down by strange weapons and laid low… his genius expended and his endurance suffocated… he breaths his last breath…*

*then you see an agricultural worker, tending to green leaves, producing as much as his natural willpower will let him… you see a bowel filled with steamed meat, and a flask of some drink… you see a family embrace him and then… in old age you see him laying on a bed of straw… passing silently.*

… i choose the path of fire and flame…
… so that others may not have to…

LET IT BE SO…
LET IT BE…
LET IT BE…

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Flash Back: The past

You are thrust into a large room filled with thick smoke. Smoke clouds drift from flank to flank in rivers so dense it becomes impossible to see in front of you. You are aware that there is fire burning as it lights up the smoke from many directions, and from within the smoke there are sounds of metal being hit, over and over again.

“Step forward neophytes” the voice was dry and almost a whisper with a sound like creaking wood.
“Today is the day of your first implantation… a great day to be celebrated…” the scratchy voice continued louder this time.
“But there is no time to stop… to temper your rapidly changing bodies great physical exertions are required… only then will you be worthy of the vision laid out for you..."
“Step forward one who is named Jek…”
Jek stepped forward into the smoke unsure of what might happen to him, his feet laid down in front of him delicately, his boots starting to warm to the metal underfoot… one foot, then the second, he persevered… forward…
then two gigantic hands appeared behind him as if from nowhere and clapped him on both shoulders… they were huge and warm and held him still. His young heart skipped a beat in his diminutive chest…
The gigantic robed figure spoke with that same creaking voice… “today you will be the creator… give life to steel, give form to the formless…”
The huge hands twisted young Jek off balance and around and pushed him inexorably toward one of the fires… the heat grew as he got closer and he felt the sweat on his face begin to evaporate…
The hands stopped him, and in front he could see a massive anvil almost as large as a man.
One hand gripped him as though a walking stick and the other left his shoulder.
A huge skeleton of metal lifted from a position hanging clanged onto the top of the anvil. The hands gripped a large cutting tool which hummed to life with vibration. It sheared parts of the skeleton until one large lump was freed and rested on the anvil almost reverentially.
“What do you see before you?” the voice croaked
“Salamanders steel…” Young Jek replied.
“True” the voice creaked
“But this is to be armor for a scout, tell me, what is it that makes Salamanders armor an improvement over that of Mars?”
“Salamanders Armour is crafted by the Emperors angels…”
“That does not make it better, young neophyte, as you will learn…” the voice crackled
Young Jek swallowed some saliva, still dealing with the fear in his system from earlier and the unbearable heat.
“it is also grown from a single crystal of plasteel… this… makes it stronger” Jek continued
“True again… but you miss much, little brother”
“Being made this way the plasteel will spread heat out through its entire volume”.
The huge robed figure picked up a large pair of tongs from beside the anvil and thrust them at the young Jek who took them. He then indicated that he should hold grasp the plasteel lump laying in front of him with them. Jek understood the gesture and did so.
The huge figure then grasped a hammer from somewhere in the gloom and hefted it high.
The first blow came down and shook the bones of the young Jek… he even briefly let the tongs slip before quickly regaining control of it. The next apocalyptic blow came down on the surface of the plasteel and spat sparks off at Jek which landed on his robe. It was very difficult not to close his eyes as the sparks shattered off of the surface of the metal, but somehow Jek squinted through his eyelids. The sound was deafening as the hammer hit over and over again at the metal. The tongs shaking with each blow which continued for what seemed like an age.
In between hits the voice explained: “mundane ballistic weapons used by our enemies strike armor through kinetic impact…”
“this kinetic energy is converted into heat…”
“spreading the heat throughout the volume of the metal reduces its strength”
“thus the armor is stronger”
Young Jek began to wonder how long he could grip before his hands slipped. But just as soon as he began to tire the hammering stopped.
The robed figure took the tongs in one hand and lifted the entire metal piece and brought it closer to Jeks’ face. Before him he could see a single pauldron of infiltrator armor, gleaming in the firelight…
“This takes one of the forge-brothers mere minutes to produce… but for you it will take the best part of a day… now it is your turn, little brother” the voice rasped.
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Present Day: Present Time.

Kar’ad Jek listened to the Chaplains' speech attentively while knelt with his brothers beside him. He liked the Chaplain, he felt that it was only fitting for someone to observe the smaller details of faith and piety while the rest of the chapter was otherwise occupied with the pragmatisms of war and the day-to-day conduct of a chapter.

As he was bid to leave by the Chaplain, their acting commander, he rose and walked towards the drop pod and Brother-Sergeant T’phor. As he hefted the weight of “Validator” over his shoulder his enhanced mind multi-tasked. He recalled, as if in slow motion, the rite of field stripping Validator and checking all of its components with the anointed maintenance kit. He did not need to complete another check as, in the case of this neophyte, his memory was crystal clear and in slow motion. After completing his mental check he adjusted the rope he had slung diagonally over one shoulder, should they need to scale any mountains or impassable terrain at haste once deployed. He did know that they'd be fighting a defensive battle, at least in the first hours, by the planet's spaceport... But plans change.

Then his mind turned to his enemy. He knew of the Orc, a fierce green skinned Xeno who relied mostly upon its strength and toughness. How ironic it was that the Salamanders chapter, who were ALSO renown for their strength and toughness… even amongst Astartes… should be forced to confront them. At least they should have the advantage of home-ground as they defended the agricultural world of… what was its name? Ontium. He thought of what it would be like to meet the Ontium people, what was their government? What were their military strengths? And what, of all things, did the Ontians produce on their agricultural world that was worthy of redirection of the Emperors chosen? Then he remembered the Chaplains words... "as is their RIGHT"... All these thoughts excited him and he became eager to battle.

As he approached Brother-Sergeant T’phor he bowed his head slightly then asked:
“Brother-Sergeant! Can you illuminate us as to the best way to dispatch the Green Tide? Will we break them by comparing strength alone, like a blade questing for a chink in the armor… or is there a more nuanced strategy at work?”

Trials of Initiation: A Warhammer 40k Salamanders campaign (currently full, apologies!)

Im formulating my post now. It will be up in the next day or so.

Im assuming that our equipment is what we chose at character creation. Im fine with this, but some people might want to change to shotgun considering our enemy loves to charge. Also no one has taken a heavy weapon so im considering it for my character... would help us tackle things like warbikes, wartrukks and killa cans.

"Be a boon to your brothers and a bane to your enemies".

Born in Battle: The Saga of The Wild Hunt MC, the Werewolf biker gang.

Seems like a fun idea.

I'll dust off one of my old characters, an old grey werewolf named Hubert Whitaker who owns a company that acts as a shell company for the werewolves activities in preserving nature and being eco-warriors (i like this idea more than simply being a menace to society). Hopefully, the company can act as the main base of operations? How do you like that idea?

The working name for the company is Sirius Corp. sirius being the "Dog Star". The company itself was set up in the 1960s and bought a decent-sized lake high up in the mountains. A pumping station building was built to allow water to be pumped up to be stored in the lake to be used as a giant capacitor for the energy grid. During the night while the energy consumption is low the grid pumps water uphill to the reservoir then when energy consumption is high the water is allowed to flow back down hill through a turbine and generates electricity. The beauty of this is that whenever it rains the pumping station gets free energy.
I imagine the pumping station as being a bit like inside a dam with a turbine hall. Lots of grease and chains hanging from the gantries. The real purpose of course, of Sirius Corp is to act as a protector for the werewolves activities and to encourage the humans to invest in renewables and the environment. We could make it that the werewolves get magical energy from extremely pure and ancient water in the lake or possibly the deer herds that come to drink the water.

Hubert will basically act as advisor to the Alpha without actually threatening his rule because hes too old. He is a hereditary werewolf and fought in WW2 and knows a thousand different scents of enemies, allies and prey and can often tell if one of his fellow werewolves is in the area and in trouble simply by scent alone. He also enjoys simply hunting in the forest in wolf form and does this as often as he can afford to, often going out in boar hunting clothing but transforming into a wolf as soon as hes alone. Leaving his gear by his campsite. He even may take the pack on a hunting trip. He also makes a good boar sausage when at home. His wife Norma is actually an ordinary human and knows he is a lycanthrope.

Sorry for the stream of consciousness but i wanted to run the character outline by you.

BLOOD & IRON: IMPERIAL AMBITION

@Liotrent

Thats good to hear. Am i in?

Trials of Initiation: A Warhammer 40k Salamanders campaign (currently full, apologies!)

When we goin? vroom vroom!

Trials of Initiation: A Warhammer 40k Salamanders campaign (currently full, apologies!)

@WildRamger

Well there are a few spelling mistakes and grammatical errors, but there are far worse things to be on the internet than someone just learning English.

But yeah, better fix those before the GM gets back.

Trials of Initiation: A Warhammer 40k Salamanders campaign (currently full, apologies!)

@WildRamger

Lets see your character sheet and we'll see what the GM says.

Read through the OOC for some ideas on the restrictions if you're new to the 40k universe.