If people aren't familiar with Warhammer 40K and still wish to play, I'd gladly "dumb it down" for them.
It place on a mostly urban planet Ceris in the war-torn city of Boril. The Chaos Legion inhabits it at the moment with a civilian survivors living in the ruins.
During their digging, the Chaos forces found a large Necron tomb with thousands of soldiers still unawakened. Word spread throughout the galaxy fast.
The RPG should start right when the Necrons land on Ceris to wake their bretherin, as well as the Expansionist Tau, and the Space Marines, Imperial Guard, and Daemonhunters, and Witch Hunters who had been pursuing the Chaos army and planned a full invasion to take Ceris back.
Rules:
1) All non-OOC replies shall be done in the third person as if writing a book.
2) Of course, no one can kill another player for good, unless the other player complies.
3) I (or possibly trusted members of the RP) am the "Dungeon Master" and set scenes, when I am not playing as my character. For example: "As Anonymous Player makes his way through the debris, he hears near-gibberish being spoken in a thick cockney accent, just over the pile of rubble."
4) Players must their race (Chaos Marine, Necron, Tau, or any of the Imperial armis.) If they wish to be any other race, they must provide a reason why they'd be there and see if I approve it.
Here is how a post should look like, with my first post as an example:
Jor'gaan steps out of the dropship, his cloven feet crunching against the gravel. He removes his helmet and surveys the base with his own eyes. Several of the ruined buildings around him have been converted into make-shift bases that blend well into the environment. He nods to his squad and heads for their post, earlier assigned during briefing.
At the Koromac starfields, 7 hours from Boril.....
Shaz o' Tyro watches open the deck of his Command ship....
He raises his hand and points upward towards the celling, then briskly lends it down to the floor.
The fleet of 377 star cruisers open fire on the approching enemy....
"Sir! the enemy has been ahnnilated!"
Tyro, clenches his fist and raises it to the Radar operator, and extends his finger.
"Report on the Star-Webway ship!"
"Sir! enemy Eldar has eneterd the webway point!!!"
"Eldar identified as Tareras Dark Eldar, Sir!"
"Release the fighters! leave no Eldar alive!"
"YES SIR!" yells the deck crew.
"FOR THE GREATER GOOD!"
"FOR THE GREATER GOOD, SIR!"
Far off the fleet, the Dark Eldar, launches its fighter squadrons.
Tyro leaves the deck and heads for the hangar....
When Tyro arrives, most fighters are flying towards the epic battle, but one ship colored in White and red, is preped dor flight, Tyro Enters his beloved fighter. The Wrath of Enerthalis, or Eny for short.
"You are ready for launch sir!" "My the Etheareals watch over you"
Before launching, Tyro presses a button on the dashboard. launching 2 drones off the side wings, Each drone is equipped with a ASDX Anti air Magmus rife, and 2 DAL Air to Air Missile lancers, the "ENY" is equiped with 4 modified Broadside motar lancers, and 2 Balistic repeating cannons.
"For the greater good, sergeant" says Tyro
"FOR THE GREATER GOOD, SIR"
Tyro launches off to the fight, while skimming his battleship, he looks at the words printed on the side of his ship: "The Hammer of Tal' Kro"
Tyro opens channel " All Fighters target the Eldar, Webgate ship"
Hundreds of squads replies" Yes commander!"
the ships flew into the fray, no Eldar was left alive..........
WARHAMMER 40,000
Last edited by Dark_Shocker on Nov 30th, 2006 at 11:04 PM
The scanners had been most busy today, with the arrival of the Tau forces in the sector, with both a landing on Ceris and a clash with unknown forces, although most likely Eldar by the way the radio chatter went, in the Koromac starfields. To obtain such detailed information would be a work of wonders by a Shovan scouting team, had it not been their naive bretheren, the Tau Empire, that they were watching. No matter their technological advancement the Farsight Enclaves shared it, although not in the same quantity, and could therefore track it. This was now done by a series of beacons spread throughout the system prior to the team's landing, beacons not well hidden, but numerous.
Information on the landing team had been sparse however, which was why Shas'Vre Kauyon, the senior officer of the Shovan Scouting Team, was preparing himself for a mission outside of their preliminary base, their LZ in the rocky regions outside Boril, sheltered inside and under an old lasgun factory. They had encountered no civilians thus far, and Kauyon had suspected that they were holed up in the city center of Boril, a secondary objective to investigate during the coming treck into the city itself.
Minutes later, Kauyon, equipped in the standard Pathfinder configuration, although with a pulse rifle with an extended power outage and optics, was advancing through the ruins of the outskirts of Boril, scanning the nearby streets and windows for signs of either Tau forces or the native Imperials, the only ones he had confirmed the existence of as of now. The advance was slow, and tedious, but such was the way of the Pathfinders he led, especially those trained in the Farsight Enclaves, where physical and martial prowress was held in even higher regard than on their native sept of Vior'la.
__________________ "Learn to shorten your reach! If your foe can come close enough to negate your striking power, all strategem is lost and when all strategem is lost, the battle is lost." - O'Shovan
Unlike most races with interstellar travel, there was no warning to the arrival of the Necrontyr. Rather suddenly, the inertialess drives of the fleet dropped them in the system. One Reaper class Harvest ship, its tri-shaped wings angled out behind the forward crescent, its long engine section stretching out behind the saucer, thin as a rail by comparison. Around it, a few squadrons of Dirge class escorts, and their smaller cousins the Jackal class, flew in formation around the Reaper. The entire fleet was in dark colours, so it almost blended in with the star field, only occasionally caught by a metallic glint or a bone-coloured accent. They approached the planet, and as they drew close, the Reaper released a pair of dark black shapes from launch bays. Normally by recording those bays unleashed swarms of scarabs, but these were far larger by comparison. They looked almost like the drop pods used by the Empire's finest. Any who knew the Necrontyr would say what they were though, and they would wish to face drop pods any day. Drop pods could carry a limited number of troops, these could unleash a horde. These were Monoliths.
Moments later, a black swirl of shadow appeared on the surface of Ceres. As the shadow withdrew, a tall and ominous figure stood there. He had broad shoulders and a heavy build. His ghost white face, dead black eyes set in it, turned, looking over the landscape. His shoulders and the plates on his upper thighs were a metallic midnight blue. His biceps, thighs and ribcage were a shadowy grey. Black calves and forearms were partially back, exposing bony legs and arms that looked like polished steel. All his joints looked like that, save his spine, pronounced as it stood out of his back, brass and shining. Around his figure was a tattered black robe, his bony coloured hands and feet in a restive position. In his left hand, that rested like a staff, was what one might only describe as a glaive. Its haft, ringed like a decorative staff in lapis and emerald green, was capped by a steely shimmering blade resting on one side of a tubular shaft, the shaft capped in steel joining to the blade. The shaft itself was rippled with arcs of sinister green energies, and they echoed into the blade. The blade came back across the haft, like a vanguard on a sword, save the opposite side had no blade, simply a sharp spike jutting out. In his right hand, he held an orb, a deep misted red, swirled like a gas giant by clouds along its surface of a brilliant orange. The only other major accent was in the center of his chestplate. The accent was a black item, almost like a coffin or sarcophagus. On it was a golden brass icon, a crescent joined to a circle by a single line. The icon was repeated on his forehead, a sign of the bond the Necrontyr shared to the star gods, the C'tan. He felt the nearness of his bretheren, the sleeping ones. Someone had unearthed their tomb, and who had disturbed the ancient ones would pay, Dearly.
__________________ "They will seek to harvest us at first, for they will be hungry after their long sleep. Then they will turn their efforts to enslaving the survivors. The galaxy will bleed the stench of death into the void, and it will attract the others of their kind. We must choose Unity or Death."
--Maechu, Farseer of Ulthwe
1) I was mistaken, the Dirge class is the smaller, and there are actually fewer of them by comparison to the Jackals.
2) the Monoliths have not landed yet.
__________________ "They will seek to harvest us at first, for they will be hungry after their long sleep. Then they will turn their efforts to enslaving the survivors. The galaxy will bleed the stench of death into the void, and it will attract the others of their kind. We must choose Unity or Death."
--Maechu, Farseer of Ulthwe
Jor'gaan finds himself at his designated post- what used to be an Inquisitorial courthouse, now a thick wall of rubble, with only the front of the building and stairs to the elevated ground it sits on intact. He and his squad of eleven set up camp, activating their two drones and communication beacon. He sits back and surveys the area before him. Suddenly, he hears a scuttling sound coming from the other side of the debris wall. He remembers that, although this planet was ravaged by war thousands of years ago, it is possible that survivors may have continued to populate the planet. Still, he stays cautious.
Jor'gaan nods to four of his men. "Two four, come with me." The enter through the door and, as quietly as possible, climb the pile of concrete. He peers over the edge.
Before him is a group of humans dressed in dark robes. Imperial Forces?, he thinks. Have they decided to rebuild their planet all of a sudden? That's when he sees the marine. Clad in dark armor, his face ravaged by corruption, Jor'gaan realizes these are forces of chaos. From the look of it, it would seem that the squad is scouting for something. They probably had set up a base in this city as well, which meant their radar would've definatly sensed their coming. He silently curses.
Suddenly, his hoof slips, causing rubble to crackle down the pile. The marine slowly looks up at the rubble wall and grunts to his men.
Shas'Vre Kauyon's scouting expedition need not go far before their worst expectations came to pass, that the greatest foe, that of pure evil, the one that would never be turned to understand the Greater Good, the forces of Chaos. There were one of the two foes that could never be bargained with, never be compromised with and never be forgiven for their crimes, although the Farsight Enclave had worked for such forces from time to time, though mostly with heretics, not the corrupted kind that made camp on the central plaza of this suburb, ironically and with defiance placed infront of the Inquisitorial Courthouse.
Kauyon did, as his name implies, await patiently as his Pathfinders fanned out and positioned themselves behind and under suitable covers, far from the prying eyes of the corrupted ones. The corrupted ones were not numerous, but a single troop transport class 1 (Rhino he believed they called it?) with 6 or so marines, probably inside the courthouse ruins by now, with accompanying heretical humans of lower standing, that travelled by foot and low-technology automobile. It kept surprising Kauyon how the Empire kept most of their technology from their citizens, but it was probably a wise choice, easy to corrupt as they were.
They watched, for minutes, hours, until the Shas'Ui of the Pathfinders had silently caught the attention of Shas'Vre Kauyon, without breaking radio silence, and notified him of quite a discovery, flash sightings of the typically yellow colour of the T'au sept of Firewarriors among the upper levels of the Courthouse Ruins. To confirm such a suspicion, Kauyon dared use a Tau scanner, which, as expected, registered the usage of two drones and a communications beacon. Against, only their own usage of Tau technology could allow them to so accurately read their presence. A dilemma- They were of course not supposed to risk their mission for anything, as directly assaulting any number of Space Marines, chaos or not, or rather especially chaos, was to be counted as a risky endeavour. A scouting party was not supposed to engage targets... But on the other hand, the Tau were still their cousins, although misguided ones. He compromised, as it seemed only the Tau could in this grim universe, and decided to keep watch over the Chaos forces, taking up firing positions with his pathfinders. If the Tau evaded notice, they would too withdraw. If they engaged the Chaos Forces, without proper means of their own, the Farsight Enclave scouting party would have to intervene.
((To clarify, Kauyon and his scouting party of 8 pathfinders are taking up firing positions across a plaza outside the Inquisitorial Courthouse that Jor'gaan is in, observing the Chaos Space Marines and their heretical underlings, ready to help or escape. If this invades on your planned course of actions, or how you planned the chaos to be numbered, please notify me ;D))
__________________ "Learn to shorten your reach! If your foe can come close enough to negate your striking power, all strategem is lost and when all strategem is lost, the battle is lost." - O'Shovan
Shan'tahk observed the landscape. This world, as with others, had changed during the long sleep. Cold, lifeless eyes looked across the landscape. He could see the beacon to the tomb complex. To others it was invisible, but he could see it. A Dirge swept down, lightning curling along its crescent shape, and it released its portal. In its wake, a group of Warriors appeared, near to him. He didn't speak, he didn't have to, but a single gesture brought his minions, Gauss Flayers at the ready, their figures in dark colours save faces hands and feet the colour of aged bone. As one, they proceeded towards the city, twenty warriors and their lord, walking. The city's terrain was unsuitable for a blind cloakshift, he did not want to waste units making them appear in the side of a building. There would be plazas, but he could not find them in the time required when he used his cloak. As cold as death, and just as uncaring, they proceeded towards the city gates. This planet was theirs, all else were usurpers.
__________________ "They will seek to harvest us at first, for they will be hungry after their long sleep. Then they will turn their efforts to enslaving the survivors. The galaxy will bleed the stench of death into the void, and it will attract the others of their kind. We must choose Unity or Death."
--Maechu, Farseer of Ulthwe
As the maelstrom of fleet engagment raged over the skies of the planet, the Tau and the Shadowy Necron ships were unaware of the aproach of an enemy both might find bothersome...
A purple-crimson rift opened in the warp, the tell-tale sign of an Imperial approach... Just a single ship, the largest imperial class to date and built further beyond the Gothic wars; her hull was colored an elegant blue at the front with a brass-like gunmetal along her side, the many broadside cannons in three seperate sections identified the overpowering vessel as a Retribution high-class capital warship, scars of over a thousand years decorated the otherwise ornate hull...
Along the top-most of the long-sweeping shape, three gigantic lance batteries jutted out noticably...
This ship wasn't meant to be stealthy... It was designed to both terrorize then destroy anything before it was able to retaliate; the strange hing was that it swept between both fighting parties in mid fight and just stopped, the batteries didn't even turn though the broadsides were a major threat...
On board the bridge of the hulking warship, an omnious figure sat enthroned in the operations command chair, flanked by a team of ace astropaths and numerous servants designated as Untouchables to operate he command deck of the ship known as the Fidei Defensor...
The Defender of the Faith was marked by the towering glyph of the Inquisitorial-World GroBHolm alongside the holy-blue rose of the Order of the Twilight Rose, it's presence sounded the wrath of the Inquisition in one of it's truest forms for this was the ship of one Lord Inquisitor L'Koii, the Radical leader of three seperate systems and one o the largest arms in the southern regions...
"And here I was for the heretics... I have Xenos on one side and half-Malleus on the other..." the age-old man said with a mechanical voice, "power the shields, if you please and hold fire until we are fired upon..." his words were simple and quaint, the Necrons would already be calculating while the Xenos Tau would most likely be considering communicating with the Imperial vessel, of either eventuality, the Fidei Defensor was prepared...
__________________ Mal: "Well, if anyone gets nosey... You know... Shoot em' "
"Comisar Lidle get ready to land." *Click* the transmition had ended and turned its self off. The Comisar a battle hardend veteran dressed in German World War Two General attire, turned and addressed his men. 20 guardsmen and 15 Karskins all under his comand and of course his feild comand which would be supervising the invasion of Ceris.
"Men..today we land on Ceris. Today we will invade the city of boril to establish a base on Ceris and it is our duty to have it by night fall tommory for the advance of the rest of our fleet. when we land there will probably be hostile forces waiting for us and we do not have reinforcements for the day and as you know....and i do hesitate to say this no fire support. We alone must take this city men."
Comisar Lidle turns and starts to walk away from his men.
"Oh and one more thing. Their will be no! retreating any man seen running away will be shot!...At ease men."
"Goddamn! Dmitri, did you drink all the rum again?!"
"Gah! no, private, i dumped it overboard so your aim doesn't falter. Now get ready, i'm parkin' this valkyrie." Sgt. Dmitri pulled the valkyrie onto the ground, rocketing to the current comissar's position. The company of 40 Kasrkins brace for impact on the surface. The Valkyrie pounds into the ground, and the Kasrkin 412th Cadian Sub-Company 87 poured out of the ship. It was a scene, soldiers loading and cocking hellblasters and 6 Basilisk artillery cannons rolling out. A company of Leman Russ battle tanks checked the rotation efficiency of their cannon turrets.
Dmitri marches to the Comissar, and with a grinning face, says "You requested a Kasrkin squad, Lidle?"
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Just as the warp rift closed from the inquisition's dramatic entrance, Another disturbance began. The shapes of Two red battle barges slipped into real space. Wasting no time the marine vesseles battered there way through the malestorm and dropped their deadly cargo. Like bloody tears the battle barges wept the salvation of the embattled world. The blood Angels deployed five companies. Death from above was an understatement.
__________________ “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 armor shall I clad them and with the mightiest guns will they be armed. They will be untouched by plague or disease, no sickness shall 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.” - The God Emperor of Mankind
Two Battle Barges?!?!?! An Entire Legion only has Ten, my friend. Strike Cruisers as well carry Marines to the fight, don't forget that. Battle Barges aren't deployed very often, mainly because they can't easily be replaced, and they weigh in at the same size as Imperial Battleships. Bring some Strikes, and some escorts.
__________________ "They will seek to harvest us at first, for they will be hungry after their long sleep. Then they will turn their efforts to enslaving the survivors. The galaxy will bleed the stench of death into the void, and it will attract the others of their kind. We must choose Unity or Death."
--Maechu, Farseer of Ulthwe
Last edited by Sauragnmon on Dec 19th, 2006 at 09:47 PM
"Sergeant! We've got word that the Space Marines have landed! And... good lord, the inquisition, too!"
"I've had growing distrust for Space Marines since Kronus. And the inquisition, one look at their eyes and the spirit from your very heart will be sucked out, that empty glare will easily make a man tear himself apart."
Scouts from the company were sent out to investigate, and to view numbers. If captured, the Kasrkins would offer an alliance, as though dmitri did not trust Space Marines, he still had utmost respect for them. The scouts reported to the drop zone, and one soldier fainted at the sight. Half a chapter of Space Marines stood ready, and looking for war.
A short radio transmission came out of the com center-"Holy SH-*fuzz*"
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occ
a battle barge carries three companies plus armor. strike crusiers only carry one. bardiel said 5 hundred marines. I want my men to be able to get air support and im out numbered a lot to one. Only the finest will do when the emperor's finest are involved read the "...and they shall know no fear quote on my signature
__________________ “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 armor shall I clad them and with the mightiest guns will they be armed. They will be untouched by plague or disease, no sickness shall 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.” - The God Emperor of Mankind
ooc comment-erm, isnt this sorta like the dark crusade, only urban? i mean its all of the races kickin out at eachother and only one can consume the entire planet.
yeah, five hundred marines. Five companies. Thus two battle barges is not five hundred marines, it's Six. Both Strikes and Barges carry Thunderhawks in addition to drop pods, providing your support.
This has been a public service announcement from your friendly neighbourhood BFG player.
__________________ "They will seek to harvest us at first, for they will be hungry after their long sleep. Then they will turn their efforts to enslaving the survivors. The galaxy will bleed the stench of death into the void, and it will attract the others of their kind. We must choose Unity or Death."
--Maechu, Farseer of Ulthwe
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