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Current Thanks for threatening my hope for disability pay, guys. God what a shitahow of a time.
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Man, when we gettin tables for these posts. I want to microsoft sheets on these folks.
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My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard, they have stolen my milkshake, I have called the authorities.
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I have 99 problems and they're all trying to fight me please send help.
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Don't be a part of the problem, be the whole problem.
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@Thayr Is knowledge of the rules of WH40K necessary? I do play WH-AOS. I own two Orruk armies: Kruleboyz and Ironjawz. I am interested in starting a WH40K army, but haven't yet. My curiosity in this genre is sufficient to motivate me to read and study the units you are talking about. I also happen to have 21 years personal experience in the US Army serving in the Infantry. So I do understand both real world tactics and gaming tactics.

I'd say that wikipedia knowledge - that is, what is a bolter, what does it do, qhat is a hive city, what is the state of the Imperium and language its citizens mind use - would generally be sufficient to play. Knowing the rules themselves for the actual tabletop is less needed.
@Eviledd1984 btb Mr Kennedy is in there too, talking to Alvis and Liam.
Good evening all! Kicking about running a Warhammer game and wanted a head-count before I start planning anything drastic.

The idea is this. Set in the Imperium's periphery where a Xenos threat from beyond known space has assaulted a valuable Hive World, a number of Chapters have responded with piecemeal forces to reinforce what PDF and Astra Militarum forces are in the region. You would apply as these fragments of Chapters, by and large being of Company strength and less, playing both their strategic role on the planetary campaign to rid the system of the Xenos scum and the personal, character roles of Astartes from your Chapter.

The actual post-by-post results from engagements will, by and large, be a consensus between player and GM on what is reasonable to achieve.

So, who wants to fight and die for the Emperor of Mankind?
Professor Kennedy, Miles

Location: Great Hall, Hogwarts
Mentions: @MrSkimobile @World Traveler


"Miles!"

Kennedy turned about, seeing…what was it…Liam, yeah, Lima walking through the door. Another Hugglepuff, that was him, and…well, the man wasn’t entirely certain what he’d be professor of. He couldn’t recall a speciality for the man, though it was interesting enough Liam had decided to go to Hogwarts. He’d be fairly reliable, yeah. At least, Kennedy thought so. Hogwarts years were decidedly hazy considering a decade had passed. He started to walk up, to shake the man’s hand.

Well, of course that’s when another came in. What was his name…the face, he could recall as being there while he’d been at Hogwarts, but…what was his name again. It’d been long enough and Kennedy had known so many other people that names were jumbled about. He watched from the front, noticing how…absent minded the man was, how absolutely not present he was. In some ways, Kennedy would have expected some measure of a greeting, or a wave, or something along those lines…yet instead there was nothing. Who would be such an absent person but a Divination professor…and who else would be the perfect Divination professor than…

Oh, blast it all. What was his name.

He’d always been an odd one, that was true, like any of the other kids who had been gifted at Divination…and he’d taken a job with the Ministry for his trouble…Kennedy could remember a few articles he’d seen on things the man had solved, problems here and there. What was the name…Hays? Heyes? Hawes? Ah, yeah, Hawes. Alvis Hawes, close enough to one of the chipmunks or something and another. Why wasn’t he surprised that the man had been drafted in as Divination professor…stars, how good of a Professor would he be? Then again, considering the previous ones, the bar was pretty low as far as what was going on in that classroom. Maybe he’d hit his stride or something of another. Nevertheless, Kennedy watched with some amusement as the man made his way through the Great Hall.

"Alvis as well!"

Hey, thank goodness for small miracles. They all shook one-another’s hands, Liam smiling away the whole while like a ray of sunshine had just pierced through. Miles had a smile too, though his touched only the corner of his mouth. It was good to see them, sure, but…he hadn’t quite ever been talking to Liam since he’d graduated and Alvis had been in an entirely different realm compared to where they’d placed him. They were old schoolmates, sure, but Miles struggled for a brief moment whether or he’d declare them all close friends. He knew them, they knew him, but…it was odd. In any case, though, they all shook hands.

"It seems everyone is finally starting to show up. You wouldn’t believe the number of meals I’ve had by myself here this week. The food’s been hearty, but the company—well, let’s just say the students have either been too annoyed to chat or too scared to ask what I’m doing here."

"So, you ended up getting a call as well?"


”Well, you know me, with my impeccable timing. It’s good to see you two again, in one piece and all.”

”Got called in for Divination, yes. Seems almost like yesterday since I joined the Aurors, but Hogwarts does seem to have a way of pulling you back in… I do wonder how long it’ll be before I have to start solving the Case of the Missing Homework here, or the Case of the Exploding Potions Classroom for that matter…”

“Is the castle being redesigned?”

”I’m sure I’ll try to keep my classroom from exploding, Alvis. Been about trying to make it seem less like a crypt, give it a bit of warmth for the students to look forward to instead of dreary, boring, painful. As for redesigning, I’ve no idea.” He scratched at the back of his neck, sitting down as well. There was something odd to him about the question, though Kenendy was sure it was aimed more at the fact that all the professors would be new, the headmaster might be new, and that might entail even more changes. That was likely, all things considered.

”All I know is this Scots weather isn’t something I’m used to anymore. Damned cold, even in the castle, even down in the Potions classroom. Running heating lamps right now to try and make it a bit more comfortable there and in my room and Lickspittle has already claimed on as precisely, only his. I’m not sure if I blame him for it.” Kennedy dryly chuckled at that, smiling, shaking his head. The cat really was a time and a half.
the big question is which team does Taenar prefer?

also for those taking notes on such things, i fixed spelling on her bio for her name (Verch) not (Vetch)
and i changed her Animagus. (now you can't tell the difference between her and her familiar...)

is it the Professor laying in the corner watching you.. or her familiar....?????


I suppose Kennedy will just ask Lickspittle or something if the question ever somes up but tbh unless any of the Professors goes out of their way to look into Ministry records I don't think that'll really come up.

That said, I suppose she'll get to have random treats - like dried sausages - from Kennedy so that'll be a funny relationship even if only one side knows it. Lickspittle on the other hand...well, depends how the doggo acts.
@Thayr epic prophecy rap battle anyone? :p

Also not sure where my character would've gone tbh. I was waiting a bit for other players to join. But probably just to where the food was at. Maybe walk past Ravenclaw table for some nostalgia

And what can I say. Foolish things make the best stories lol


Oh I thought the teachers would be eating at the teacher's table up front, behind the main podium and all that. Which yknow is where Kennedy is at, looking at each of the spots and trying to remember his old teachers and such.
Well that's quite interesting. I didn't know Professor Rose was also the Divination Professor (I poke fun, @Mole, just pointing out that whoopsies).

Will start writing up a post of Mr Kennedy noticing the entrances of Mr Hawes and Ms Rose. Where are you wanting Mr Hawes to have walked over to in the Great Hall as he mutters to himself, @MrSkimobile?

I've also noticed that we have no married characters. Congratulations to all, the students will thus be betting on which Professors will be getting with which Professors. I'm sure a betting pool on whoever is deemed the most lovely and who they will be going with shall happen with great and utter haste. We are fools doing foolish things.
how do we delete a post or message that we have posted by accident?


Ah, ond of the first lessons I learned. You don't, not unless you ask the mods of the site very nicely over Discord or something like that.

Sorry
Imma let a few others get - or not get - to the Great Hall before I respond to Hawes.

I expect he was rather notable as a student to yknow...the other students. Strange enough for Kennedy to remember him.
Professor Kennedy, Miles

Location: Potions Classroom, Hogwarts
Mentions: N/A


Why in the seven blasted hells had they put Potions next to the dungeon for all sakes?

The first day had been a good, interesting little shock. He'd busied himself away by organizing all the various bottles that had been stored openly on shelves for who-knows-how-long, had a cabinet or seven made by a woodworker in Hogsmeade, moved it all down to the classroom. That had taken a day or so of work, real work, but by the end of it things were far more neat…and secure. Then came the cleaning, which Mr Kennedy was sad to say he did so with a small army of enchanted brooms. That day had ended with the ordering of a few enchanted lamps to give some semblance of heat for the room, which had proven damnably cold, and attaching them to the stone ceiling. It had paid to arrive a week before, Kennedy decided, as he surveyed his newfound domain cup of tea in hand.

It’d been so long since he'd been to Hogwarts that the new Potions Master found that he'd forgotten how dreary the classroom was. He'd accepted, forgetting it was near the Dungeon of all places. Still, though, Kennedy was rather pleased with how the whole event had gone, stretching up and down on his toes to feel the warm lining of his slippers, taking a sip of his tea.

In the corner, meanwhile, one lamp had all but practically gone out. Well that wasn't entirely true, it's just that a great big monster had decided to cuddle about it for the heat. A great rumble came and went, the sounds of thunder and trains roaring past. Dull shadows shifted and cut with every move, every adjustment of posture.

“You know there's a whole castle to explore.”

Luminous eyes turned about, a shadow cutting across Kennedy’s face. “Meoooow,” came the response, claws scratching into the woodwork.

“Well, yes, but it's not as though you'll get picked up by any of the students.”

Meeeeoooowwwwww. Meow. Meow.” A cock of the head. Light shined past his face like a half halo to illuminate whiskers and the fringes of fur.

“Well not all of them will feed you.”

Meow. Meeowwww.

“Make certain you tackle the bigger ones, then.” Kennedy smiled, taking another sip before thinking up an image of a little First Year getting tackled by Lickspittle. He snorted, chuckled, then coughed on the tea. Hacking away for a few moments, the teacher finally noticed a figure standing in the open doorway. Certainly they were no taller than a very short child, clothed little and barefoot, and so could really only be one thing. House Elf.

“Excuse me, sir,” came the voice of one, too, young and high pitched. Kennedy had never given much love to the idea of those or how their service was gained and kept. Really it was saddening since such let the wizard do however they wished to the elf. He'd heard of cruelty before, and found the whole issue to be saddening. Elves could be treated well at Hogwarts, but couldn't they be given simply a different deal, not reliant on the courtesies of their masters?

“Yes?”

“Lunch is being served in the Great Hall, sir. If you wish it can be brought up to you.”

“Lun…” He checked his watch, exhaling out at the result. It really was time for lunch, how very well and annoying. “I'll eat in the Great Hall, thank you…?”

The house elf looked with a degree of confusion, approaching with apprehension, concern, but…curious enough about why there was the question. They passed under a lamplight and finally Kennedy could see the face clearly. Rather young seeming for a house elf of Hogwarts, he thought, with a great big nose and great big ears.

“I'm Professor Kennedy, and…you are…?” He leaned down, proffering his hand.

“Tolpy, sir.” The house elf cautiously took his hand, to which there were just a few shakes before Mr Kennedy finally released his grip.

“A pleasure to meet you. By the way, Tolpy, I should tell you that I am…very forgetful. I may leave old shirts and the like about when I'm not in my room. I probably just…no longer like them or some such. Please tell the cleaning elves that they can clean those up and dispose of them as they wish. Thank you.”

“Of course, sir.” The elf looked like he had a thought on the insinuation, but a twinkle in his eye kept any sort of question spilling forth. Kennedy smiled again.

“Good good. Oh, and I will be up for lunch, I swear.”

Satisfied with the job and conveyance, Tolpy disappeared, leaving Kennedy to look down at his slippers and realize that changing might be for the best. Some of the professors he'd be seeing for the first time since they were all kids, others he'd barely seen at the castle since they'd arrived, and some very few Kennedy had never seen at all. The equal of fur slippers and a heavy coat was hardly the best first impression.

Mmmmrrrrrrooowww.

“Yes, I'll get you food too.”


Location: Great Hall, Hogwarts
Mentions: N/A


Arriving at the Great Hall with no students was rather strange as well, Kennedy decided, tapping his foot after entering through a side door. The tables stretched out before him, empty as well save for lit candles at intervals. He could hear his tapping echoing out through the space, the ceiling…somewhat impressive, sure, but Kennedy could recall great illusions there to make it look like one world or another. With that and the students gone…and the wizened professors not there, seated up at the front, it felt off.

A few steps, past the side of the room, past the portraits and there he was at the front of the great room. Where the teachers sat, that whole desk…it sunk in that this would be where Kennedy would be sitting, eating, trying to not make a fool of himself. If that happened it'd be no use trying to pretend like it hadn't. Well…heck. No wonder why they'd always looked so wooden. The Great Hall still had no other teachers in it though, eerily quiet all told,and in the midst of waiting on any others Kennedy decided to play a little game.

Going down the table, trying to remember all the old professors and how they were, he soon was at one spot drumming away his fingers on the table. What was that woman's name…?
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