Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be re-learned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
For those who don’t know the difference, Warhammer Fantasy is Lord Of The Rings on a cocktail of steroids and GBH. And Warhammer 40000 is the above on a cocktail of every drug known to man and genuine lunar dust, stuck in a blender with Alien, Mechwarrior, Starship Troopers and Star Wars, bathed in blood and turned up to eleventy billion (and then set on fire). Twice. With chainsaws. And it’s coming to the Duck and Spackle as my latest RP. Praise be to the God-Emperor!
Attempting to write everything you need to know about the Warhammer World would take too long, especially with a site already dedicated to describing Canon, the Lexicanium (http://wh40k.lexicanum.com/wiki/Main_Page
I will describe the specifics of this particular RP, though. The Lost Battle was a conflict over the Vitessament system, which had a peculiar anomaly that made it desired by many of the factions. Vitessament consists of a white dwarf star with one habitable planet, three inhabitable rocks, a gas giant, and a stellar anomaly. This anomaly consisted of two half-planetary sized masses in orbit with each other, with a smaller moon balanced between them so they appear to be orbiting it. Needless to say, this odd arrangement wreaks havoc with the Warp, and many millennia ago the Old Ones constructed an intricate system of Webway gates that fed off the creased nature of the Immaterium, and also placed the moon themselves to serve as a method of controlling the entire system, though how that could be possible is still unknown.
When the Imperium of Man colonized the system, they used the Twin Worlds of Iacove and Easu as a military outpost and industrial world respectively, due to one having huge expanses of ravines and mountains and the other having quite a bit of iron in the soil. The moon was uninhabited due to the gravitational eddies that made it difficult to fly in and out.
Little did they know that an Eldar Farseer had learned of an impending threat: that there would be a particularly stubborn entrepreneur who would colonize the moon, Eisak, and discover the secrets of the Webway. This could not be allowed to happen, and the colonies on both worlds began to find themselves under attack on their ‘moonsides’(the worlds rotate to keep the moon seeing only one face). In order to combat the alien threat, a Space Marine Chapter known as the Gray Bloods were sent to Vitessament, but word was soon received from the planetary governor they were wreaking more havoc than they were preventing, and they were suspected of having fallen to chaos.
As the Empire scrabbled to find another Chapter, the fighting became more frenzied with the arrival of the WAAAGGGHHH!!! to the system. The ancient complexes on both planets began awakening from all the activity, and the Necrons began to awaken. The Webway gates became the center of fighting on two fronts as the Eldar tried to protect them from without against the other empires and as they began spewing forth the Dark kin of the Eldar race. Even the Tau managed to slip in their expansionist ships before the Inquisition finally declared the place Exterminautus and finally sent in both the Sisters of Battle and the Space Marines.
As their soldiers began their descent, the moment came when someone thought to turn a sensor away from the fighting and it was discovered the Tyranids had arrived while attention was focused inwards. Before the rest of the galaxy could respond to this development, things finally came to a climax and the solar system was engulfed in a massive Warp Storm. When no report was heard from it in a month, the area was assigned to be guarded by a neighboring system and the Empire turned its gaze elsewhere.
One month inside the Storm…
There has been nearly constant fighting, with no reinforcements. All factions are barely fractions of what arrived, and the civilians are nearly all dead or worse. The Storm is of such a twisted nature even the forces of Chaos cannot navigate it, so there is no retreat. There is only the battle.
The moon is still held by the Eldar, as are a few of the Webway gates on the planets, the remainder serve as striking bases for most of the Dark Eldar. Iacove houses the Space Marines of both the traitors and the loyalist persuasion, though some may still remain from the bases on Easu. The Orks have also made the primary focus of their fight against the remaining Imperial Bases in the canyons. The Sisters of battle were tasked with exterminating the scourge of the Tyranid Mutants on Easu, and it is also there the Tau have begun colonization.
So there is our setting, I was trying to cram every faction in a space so small we could all play as whoever we wanted and still be able to encounter each other over the course of the RP. Still, this seems like we might have trouble, so I am going to allow everyone to make up to three characters, either in different factions or the same one, whichever you prefer. I won’t dispute the outcome of this, whether we manage to escape the Storm or not does not matter. Even if what we write from this point forwards is implausible or downright heretical I want some work put into your applications, keep them realistic and in Warhammer 40k(Looking at you, Draco, don’t mess up in reverse this time). I want high-quality posts, and obviously no godlike powers---you blasphemers against the Golden Throne.
Name: Michaelos Umbralumadis
Description: A broad shouldered man with rough skin, greying hair, and dark blue eyes; many scars cross his body. Due to his experience in the hands of Chaos Cultists, he has a disease that eats away at his bone, surgery allowed him to continue serving the God-Emperor by replacing them with steel. Miniature servomotors were also implanted to allow him to move the extra weight, and they have resulted in a slight stiffness whenever he is not using them.
Weapons: Chainsword, Laspistol
Equipment: Inquisitorial Seal, Powered Endoskeleton
History: Michaelos’ service to the Emperor has been long and successful, having removed many of the threats to Humanity on his own and aided many collaborations with other Inquisitors. He has put his troubled youth long behind him, and now walks in the path the Emperor has laid out for him, to Iacove, in the Vitessament system. He now suspects his career is at an end, and holding out with the aid of the Imperial Guard in one of the few remaining encampments against the tide of the WAAAGGGHHH!!! may prove to be the end of the Inquisitor. Such does not matter for him, it does not befit a human to die a coward. Whether they will it or not, his command will die with ‘Praise be to the Emperor’ on their lips.
Quote: “…” (So badass he doesn’t need one)
Position/Rank: Harlequin, Warlock
Description: None needed
Weapons: Shuriken Pistol, Hallucinogen grenades
Equipment: Holo-suit, Anti-grav Belt
History: A performer of the history of the Eldar, Ururbos heeded the call to defend the Webway and the Black Library from the younger races, and his Troupe was one of the first to arrive on Iacove. Their plays soon began to lose actors, for the repeated attacks began to have significant casualties. After a particularly lethal attack by the Dark Eldar, Ururbos found himself last member of his Troupe, and perhaps sole defender of the Gate they were guarding. Using cunning, surprise, psychological warfare and the blessing of Cegorach himself, Ururbos has made a last stand worth telling, and has indeed began another script in the time between laying traps and salvaging Spirit Stones of his kin.
Quote: “And as the breath left him, Slaanesh gathered one more of the Fallen to himself…”
Name: Herald of the Darkest Hour
Position/Rank: Bronze-Level Lord
Description: Living metal with the classic skeleton appearance, White-light grey with purple trim, slightly corroded.
Weapons: Staff of light with blades in scythe position, the typical Gauss flux weaponry was cleared to make room for a less damaging magnetic cable system, this allows the weapon to be thrown and lock on to targets, then reeled in, either pulling him or the target to each other.
Equipment: Resurrection orb fashioned to look like a disco ball (don’t ask), miniature Scarabs for even faster repair.
History: As one of the lords in the Vitessament system, The Herald of the Darkest Hour went into the death-slumber with the rest of the Necrons. The Warp strain in the system caused the reawakening on Easu to be a bit… different. Many of the higher level Command Units have been damaged due to exposure, and the Platinum Network is almost entirely offline. But under the light of the moon Eisak, there is one Tomb Complex that has begun to stir under the crazed delusions of a mind that should have been dead in the 60s. As the highest level awake, the maniacal, inefficiently evil, affable, disco-loving Herald of the Darkest Hour has total allegiance of the Moonside Necrons on Easu.
Quote: “Disco may be dead… but so are we.”Posts for the Post god! Applications for the Application Throne!