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Warhammer 40K: His Angels of Death

Black Templars - Karia Crusade

@Psyker Landshark

Approved. Dorn's teachings are many, and the Black Templars know no other creed.

@Gunther

Approved. Vulkan smiles upon his sons and their fire.

Warhammer 40K: His Angels of Death

Oh well that's an interesting different thing that I didn't entirely expect! I like the start of it all.

I'm really curious on a few aspects...
- How individual Astartes are referred to among The Cornucopiad (Cornucopiad Marines? Corn Marines?)
- How they got into the dual times of Assassination and Civilian Evac. The latter makes sense with where they're from, but maybe you moreso mean "Strategic Strikes" than Assassination since Astartes probably want to kill staffs, not generals.
- How the Mechanicum feels about The Coming Rain - unless it's more a modification to a smaller warship to create a full Strike Cruiser using the components of the colony ship, which more makes sense I think.

Warhammer 40K: His Angels of Death

Gulf Marchers Chapter

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Founding Chapter: UNK
Founding: UNK
Chapter Master: Uzar Acoraren
Homeworld: UNK
Fortress-Monastery: Luminor Karos Impres, Battle-Barge
Colours: Slate blue, white trim, brick red helm
Specialty: Rapid assault

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Void Strength Present:

Rulior Braeces Tagates, Strike Cruiser, former Corinus class Grand Cruiser
Tria Mies, Sword class Frigate
Kulor Vestes, Sword class Frigate

Ground Strength Present:

1st Company
Total Strength: 8 Firstborn

Fleetmaster Cassiel Amocis
Fleet Apothecary Gremos Voyer
Fleet Librarian Damerek Telus
Fleet Librarian Tyreller Sahas
(4) Fleet Command Squad

3rd Company
Total Strength: 50 Firstborn, 3 Dreadnought

Captain Malan Lothso
(2) Lieutenant
(1) Company Ancient
(4) Command Squad
(6) 4 Tactical Squad
(8) 1 Assault Squad
(5) 2 Devastator Squad
(1) Librarian Dreadnought
(2) Venerable Dreadnought

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History:

Rumored to be originally a Chapter bound to a singular world in the far reaches of the Imperium of Ultramarines gene-stock, the Templars Gallant, it is said that a fleet of Drukhari raiders attacked their Fortress World in M37, raising it to the ground after the Chapter had made several strong victories against them. A period of a hundred years followed since that incident, at which time the Gulf Marchers began to operate on the Imperium’s outer borders with impunity. They now operate as a fleet-based chapter, roving even beyond the borders of the Imperium to strike xenos targets at will. Of course, rumors of their operation prior to M37 and the destruction of the Templars Gallant circulate as well, often with the Gulf Marchers fighting similar to as they do now.

What is known is that the Gulf Marchers are seldom seen on worlds under the eye of the Inquisition, often recruiting from backwater worlds and even human worlds beyond the Imperium’s reach. Their requests for equipment are rare with little warning, their tithing of recruits even more like lightning.

Recruitment & Training:

Recruited from the cavernous holds of their own vessels, the worlds dotting the edge of Imperial space, and the backwater worlds beyond, the method between all of these remains very similar. Gulf Marcher vessels are known to approach with little to no warning, declaring to the world that the Emperor of Mankind has declared their writ to recruit as need be upon his ordered crusade by most all available intersystem communications methods. Following this, Astartes squads are deployed to the surface of the world to round up large portions of the population, dividing up to ten percent of healthy, viable males into groups of fifty before ordering the groups to fight until only one remains to stand. While not to the death, these culls are known to be highly violent. After the prospective Astartes are identified, they are loaded aboard the vessels and the Gulf Marchers depart the system.

The Gulf Marchers yet make use of both hands-on training programs and the ancient practice of Hypno-Indoctrination. Training recruits through close quarters drill aboard their vessels, with occasional deployments of prospective Astartes to a world’s surface for environmental training. Void drills are common, both in the breaching of enemy vessels and the defense of one’s own, with prospective Astartes often pitted against one-another. Final assessments are conducted with the embedment of the recruit into a Tactical Squad for a ground deployment.

Notable Relics:

Founder’s Panoply - Mk VIII “Errant” Power Armor, worn by Captain Malan Lothso
Khadima - Gladius, wielded by Sergeant Meras Gla

Notable Members:

Reverend Ancient Tang Herek

Librarian Dreadnought of 3rd Company. Alleged internment during the Noloptis Crusade of M33. Battle honors are not legible due to heavy damage of the outer shell. Armed with Seismic Hammer with integrated Thunder Hammer components, Power Fist, integrated Storm Bolter

Sergeant Meras Gla

Sergeant of 2nd Line Squad, 3rd Company. Present during the Verix Xenocides, the Cleansing of Braecia, the Mstt Raids. Armed with Umbra pattern Bolter, Godwyn-Branx Pattern Bolt Pistol, Khadima Gladius

Warhammer 40K: His Angels of Death

WARHAMMER 40,000
HIS ANGELS OF DEATH

They shall be my finest warriors, these men who give themselves to me. Like clay I shall mould them and in the furnace of war forge them. They will be of iron will and steely muscle. In great armour shall I clad them and with the mightiest guns will they be armed. They will be untouched by plague or disease, no sickness will blight them. They will have tactics, strategies and machines such that no foe can best them in battle. They are my bulwark against the Terror. They are the Defenders of Humanity.

They are my Space Marines and they shall know no fear.

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As the galaxy burns in war, Humanity engaged against every wretched assortment of xenos scum which creation has seen fit to form from the Ork to the Aeldari to the Tau, upon the great periphery of the known galaxy a new threat has emerged. Their identity unknown, the astropathic images of the foe fragmented and meaningless, yet all which is needed to be known is that, once again, the worlds of the Emperor of Mankind are threatened and must be protected. You, Chapters of the reverend Adeptus Astartes, have been called to action in defense of the Karia system, defense of Hive World Tergatus Magna and mining station Ruitegier.

Your forces are not whole, your strength not complete. In the periphery of the Imperium, no Chapter lays claim to that status. What meager forces can be mustered, however, must be sent for the Karia system lies on the knife’s edge of ruin. Without aid, it is certain to fail despite the efforts of the Astra Militarum and the Planetary Defense Force.

The Emperor Protects.

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Discord

• Posting frequency is expected at a minimum of one month. If taking time away from posting, please inform the GM with your general plan going forward while you are unavailable. The GM will have control of these forces during that period.
• Players have control over their Chapter assets, both on the strategic and tactical level. Force losses due to engagements will be mutually agreed upon between the GM and respective player, and progress by your forces should always be reasonable. We don’t have Titus leading from the front here, after all.
• OPFOR movements and developments will be given in summation posts by GM. OPFOR progress will be mutually agreed upon between the GM and respective players. Astra Militarum and PDF movements and developments will be given in these summation posts as well.
• A degree of familiarity with the setting is expected. If questions arise on aspects of the setting, by all means please ask.
• Players are encouraged to create and develop their own subplots and narratives.
• Discord participation is encouraged, but not required.

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APPLICATION

[h1][b]--Insert Chapter Name--[/b][/h1]

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[indent][b]Founding Chapter:[/b]
[b]Founding:[/b]
[b]Chapter Master:[/b]
[b]Homeworld:[/b]
[b]Fortress-Monastery:[/b]
[b]Colours:[/b]
[b]Specialty:[/b]
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[indent][b]Void Strength Present:[/b]
[b]Ground Strength Present:[/b]
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[indent][b]History:[/b]
[b]Recruitment & Training:[/b]
[b]Notable Relics:[/b]
[b]Notable Members:[/b]
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@Gunther @Rothurage @GOATPlumber

Warhammer 40K: His Angels of Death

Are homebrew Chapters allowed? Kind of have an idea for a Night Lords successor chapter.

@GOATPlumber

Homebrews and Official Chapters would both be highly encouraged! I'm curious though on the idea of a Night Lords successor - or rather, really, a Blackshield warband successor since if they're Loyalist they'd be that. Bear in mind that if you do run that, I would vastly prefer if the origin itself is known as murky or unknown, but there would be underlying proclivities and preferences that would point to but not necessarily declare them to be of that gene-stock.

Then again I'm also curious if you mean a Primaris Chapter raised with Night Lords gene-stock. Primaris and Firstborn would both be likely present in generally even numbers.

That said, seeing as we have three interested, I'm going to start writing up an opening post for a thread as well as an application format. Those interested, by all means feel free to post your roughdraft ideas, histories, ships and assets available, so on. Bear in mind again that these will be Company strength or less for your assets, so a Battle Barge is less likely, a Strike Cruiser more so, etc.

Hogwarts: The New Professors

Prof Kennedy, Miles

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Location: Great Hall, Hogwarts
Mentions: @MrSkimobile @World Traveler @Varshanka @Eviledd1984 @Herald

“Tænar! Figures at least a few Ravenclaws should bring up the reputation of the school!”

Kennedy snorted, shaking his head just a little at the idea with a smile touching the corner of his mouth. Bring up the reputation, he said…there had been dumb Ravenclaws before, uncharitable Hufflepuffs, cowardly Gryffindors, and even humble Slytherins too, but they were in their Houses because they valued something they themselves didn’t eternally have or were very, very selective with how they applied their smarts, their hard work, their strength, their ambition. Ravenclaws who were geniuses at working through the intricacies of History or Theory but couldn’t create a potion to save their lives, for instance, or Gryffindors who could charge a bull bare-handed but couldn’t fly a broom for fear of heights. Bring up the reputation indeed.

Of course, as Liam started to pick out a glass and a plate from the table, Miles turned about to see that the food was, indeed, starting to appear. Ah, well, that was all good and happy. Lunch had torn him to the hall, after all, and all the others arriving had distracted him from that too. He picked out a clean plate, picking out a few chicken drumettes as well with the set-aside tongs before looking here, there for the associated sauces. Where in the...Kennedy had come to expect dipping sauces with chicken drums. Well that was halfway annoying. Setting a few napkins on the table next to him, the Potions Master took a tentative bite of the chicken. Well, it was good enough that it didn’t really need sauces. Wiping his hand on the napkin with a good smile, Kennedy looked about for a drink as well. Well…darn, all he could see was the orange juice and…not much else. He was left contemplating with a slight, nagging little desire.

"They got me at Muggle Studies, but I've ended up being double booked and they have me overseeing History of Magic as well. Should make for some interesting first day for the students to no longer have a ghost as a teacher..."

Well, that’s a time. Two classes at once was aggressive, markedly so, Miles thought as he took another few bites from his chicken. He’d be drinking coffee, lots of it, unless he’d be wanting to make one or the other class absolutely boring as could be. That wouldn’t make for a Hogwarts teacher, though then again Kennedy could recall teachers making their sole singular classes boring as could be. But that didn’t seem to be Liam at all. He decided to lighten the idea with a joke.

“Perhaps he’ll convince some student to find his body and remove his head. Then he can join the Headless Hunt or something of another. That or cause a legal battle.” Kennedy paused, pursing his lips. “Have you ever heard of a court case between ghosts?”

“What troublemakers are we anticipating? I’m assuming at Least one Weasley this year, at some level or other. The sight of Red Hair, such a double-edged sword. Girls are sharp as a whip; boys are a nightmare. Did anybody have a curriculum or student roster?”

“Not yet, though I have gotten a curriculum. Fairly standard, really. I’ve already put far too many marks through it.” He scratched at his neck with his free, clean hand. Weasley’s? The family was still around, sure, and he could remember a Weasley in Hufflepuff some years before his class which was a grand oddity in itself, but Kennedy had never really given them any thought since he’d gone through school. They were a well known family, and eternally going to Hogwarts, but besides that…maybe, maybe. ”As for troublemakers, I’m sure they’ve only somewhat innovated since we came through. If anything, Antonio will have to get creative or something of another.”

Of course, as Kennedy spoke another entered the room. The shape moved between tables quickly, arriving at Tygath's side in a flash as a big-as-can-be goddamn Rottweiler of all things. He couldn't help but stare, a desire for coke long forgotten, as she threw the happy dog some pieces of sausage before he laid to rest on the seat beside her. Struck with an immediate, sudden desire to pet the darn dog, Miles couldn't help but make a comparison to Lickspittle for size.

Oh, hell.

”What's his - or her - name?” He swallowed, eyebrows raising a tad. ”He likes cats…right?”

Another creak of the door, another teacher entering the Great Hall. Miles watched with the corner of his eye, a well-worn coat marking as more an outdoors man…that or someone dealing with the cold as well as he'd been. Maybe Groundskeeper, maybe Magical Beasts…the question came to rest with the man talking.

"Apologies for running late, I was seeing to a bird that had caused a bit of a ruckus at Hogsmeade a few days ago. Pleasure to meet you, I'm Kai.”

Ah, beasts it is. His own introduction was particularly brief, perhaps because Kennedy had become less enthused on all the repetitions, perhaps because his mind was still on the absolute wall of dog sitting next to Professor Tygath. Nevertheless he did at least say it with a warm enough smile. “Miles Kennedy, Potions, how d’you do.”

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I hate that I'm just
So fukkin excited to post for things but I onow I have to wait because it's polite but man I already have reactions ready to go

Hogwarts: The New Professors

Little bit of a whoopsies, that.

The forum's inability to delete posts strikes again.

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Sorry to bother you guys, but Anontio is not smoking in the great hall.

@Eviledd1984

I know. He smells of cigarette smoke because he was just smoking a cigarette.

Hogwarts: The New Professors

Professor Kennedy, Miles

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Location: Great Hall, Hogwarts
Mentions: @MrSkimobile @World Traveler @Varshanka @Eviledd1984

"I'm Ravenclaw, but may I join you? Eating alone gets lonely. I'm Tænar Tygath, Defense of the Dark Arts, and you?"

“Oh, hell,” mumbled Kennedy with a little start, turning about to see another teacher who had just arrived. He hadn't heard the door with her entrance, nor her steps, and after so smoothly taking for granted that those two things would happen with any teacher arriving the Potions Master had, in fact, given a little jump with it.

“Yes of course, by all means Ms Tygath,” he gestured to a seat, trying to pronounce the name with some semblance of accuracy. Kennedy didn't even want to think of how one would spell it, nor for that matter could he truly recall her as a student when he'd been one. For being a Ravenclaw, she must have been one who spent all nights able in the library. “I'm Miles, Miles Kennedy, and these are Liam Wellox, Alvis Hawes. Potions is what I took.”

Then another entered - Kennedy smelled him before he saw him. Potions had strange effects on the nose, varying from person to person and what types of potions one brewed, and he had been blessed with a not-quite-yet-dead nose. Of course, this and his time abroad made the smell of cigarettes known well-enough, a thing just far enough between operating rooms ans just close enough for daily breaks. He'd never gotten quite used to it, and such was on good enough reasons. Kennedy wrinkled his nose at the strench that smothered the food and drink. He exhaled long and hard, breathing only through his mouth, and turned about to see who this person was.

Long, smothed put hair and a beard brown, stained jacket and pants, the whole nine yards. What the heck sort of…who was he? The whole look just failed to fit with any of the students Kennedy had known back then.

“Hiya, alright?”

Antonio, he inwardly sighed. A little older than Kennedy, one of the big troublemakers who kept bleeding points from the Hufflepuffs with his antics, but Miles couldn't fail to forget that accent. God damn it. He stared for a moment.

“Antonio, for godssake don't smoke inside.”