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Post by Darko on Feb 28, 2014 11:26:43 GMT
In this roleplay, you will be one of a select few Space Wolves granted the honour of pursuing the next Great Hunt for your chapter's long-lost primarch. With the galaxy in greater turmoil than ever, the chapter cannot even spare a full company to recommence the search. Chosen from several of the Great Companies, from the rawest Blood Claw to the most grizzled Wolf Guard, you will have only your wargear and your battle-brothers to safeguard you on your journey. Tasked with finding the Primarch, you shall venture to the Eye of Terror. Mutant, heretic and demon will undoubtedly stand in your way. They shall feel the bite of Fenrisian steel. This is almost certainly a one-way journey. It is unlikely that many shall survive and should you fail, the last battle-brother alive shall bear the solemn duty of returning the geneseed of the dead to the chapter. Yet even in death, your glory shall live on in your sagas, recorded forevermore in the Fang that you had the honour of being a part of a Great Hunt for the Primarch. No Space Wolf would ever refuse the opportunity to join such a mission and with the chance of a glorious death fighting the Great Enemy along the way, then all the better. ------ In this game you are a member of the Space Wolves chapter of Adeptus Astartes. You have several ranks from which your character may be chosen: Blood ClawGrey HunterWolf ScoutLong FangLone WolfWolf GuardThere may only be no more than one of each of the following. These are on a first-come first-serve basis, however they are best chosen only if you are an experienced roleplayer. Wolf PriestRune PriestIron Priest------ Character sheet: (erase bracketed information during creation) Username: Name: (Should be suitably Nordic-sounding, e.g. Bjorn) Age: (This should tie into your character's rank and overall experience) Great Company: (Which of the 12 Great Companies is your character from?) Rank: (Chosen from one of the above, this also affects what equipment they have) Equipment: (Each rank has typical equipment, however personal items may be approved by me) Personality: (What are they like? While there are a few main archetypes, each character is still unique) Appearance: (written only, no pictures as I believe this is a better way of getting to know your character) Background: (What is their history? How did it shape them into the warrior they are now? At what age did they receive promotions? Do they remember any of their life prior to being an Astartes?) Saga: (Optional, do not write out in full, only include particularly notable actions and their dates, the current date is 001.M42, e.g. 895.M41 [character] defeated an enemy champion at battlefield X etc) ------- Final notes: This expedition has no official leader, however over the course of the game a leader or leaders will likely emerge, determined by overall experience. However, characters are unlikely to follow a leader they do not respect. In all likelihood, you may have to find transport on your own as the Chapter cannot afford to allocate a strike cruiser to such a small group. Merchants, pirates, Rogue Traders and even vessels controlled by other important groups in the Imperium, including the Imperial Navy or even the ships of other Space Marine chapters may be willing to give you transport. Some may require negotiation or brute force to be convinced. How you make your way to the Eye of Terror and where you go from there is up to you. The curse of the Wulfen - If you wish for your character to be afflicted by the curse, then you require permission from me first. Fenrisian Wolves - if you wish your character to be accompanied by one or more variation of Fenrisian Wolf, then you must first get permission from me. ------- Leman Russ, Primarch of the Spaces Wolves
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Post by Darko on Mar 27, 2014 12:48:45 GMT
Moved to planning.
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Castiel
Rising Legend
Lord of the West
Forth Eorlingas!
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Post by Castiel on Mar 27, 2014 21:57:46 GMT
Interested in a Grey Hunter.
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Post by Darko on Mar 27, 2014 22:39:15 GMT
I often think of Bjorn back in Deathwatch, and then think what an entire cast of Bjorn's would be like... good fun, I'd wager.
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Post by Deadshot on Mar 30, 2014 17:01:44 GMT
I'm in, at least while Ash's Darkness Born is being reworked.
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Post by Darko on Mar 30, 2014 17:21:43 GMT
Good to hear, fill in a sheet if ypu like. Althpugh the raven guard game is probably startIng first.
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Post by Deadshot on Mar 30, 2014 19:21:01 GMT
I was thinking of that too but this is just more appealing.
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Post by Darko on Mar 30, 2014 19:35:26 GMT
Well, we'll just have to see which gets more interest and committed players. As it stands, the Raven Guard one has more and will most likely be run before this.
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Post by Deadshot on Mar 30, 2014 23:59:22 GMT
My character. He's a badass.
Jȫrgan Winterfell Age: 242 Great Company: Bjorn Helmcleaver (successor to Harald Deathwolf) Rank: Wolf Guard Battle Leader Equipment: Frost Axe, Bolter and Bolt Pistol, Frag and Krak Grenades, various fetishes and pelts, serrated combat knife Personality: Jȫrgan Winterfell can only be described as a true Son of Russ. In the Fang, he is loved by almost all for his rich, vulgar humour, his loyalty, his honour, and his ability to outdrink any other Space Wolf he comes across. His passion for storytelling burns fiercely when he recounts the Sagas of his brothers, both living and dead, but on the battlefield, he is cold. Colder than the surface of Fenris. Colder than an Iron Hand’s heart. Colder than death. Jȫrgan fights in utter silence, save the occasional grunt or roar as he hacks and slashes the enemy, tearing Orks and traitors apart with axe and knife, gunning them down with expertly placed bolt rounds, tearing their hearts out with his bare hands. His brutality is almost legendary. No quarter is ever spared, none is asked. Jȫrgan Winterfell long ago vowed to eradicate the enemies of the Space Wolves and the Wolf King to the last man, with his dying breath, even if he must do so unarmed, unarmoured and alone. Appearance: Very little remains of Jȫrgan’s orginal features. His face is likened to a map, each of his scars showing a battle. If that were true, Jȫrgan’s face would show more battles than the average nobleman had hot meals. His left eye was taken long ago an Eldar knife by, his right eternally bloodshot but still functioning. His lips are scarred, cracked and peeled back into a snarl by his wounds, his left ear bitten in half by an Ork long ago, the right side of his face burnt by Tyranid acid. His armour is the colour of fresh ice, with baleful red eyes. Pelts and fetishes, bloodstained each and all, adorn his armour. His helmet has a wolf’s tail attached as a topknot which flails about as his fights. Height: 8 foot even. Shoulder Width: 4ft 9” Weight: 611lbs Background: Jȫrgan grew up in a small hamlet little more than a mile away from the Fang. The village consisted of little more than 4 houses and a pub. It was tiny, with little of any value in it, the people surviving off the meat hunted during the short summer months. That said, the pub did make a good rum. And it was that very pub with its rum that brought Bjorn Helmcleaver to it on his hunting trips, and in young Jȫrgan he saw the spirit of the wolves, a wild thing inside his heart. Selecting the 11 year old as a future Wolf, he brought him back to the Fang that same night and by his 15th year of life, Jȫrgan was a Blood Claw, and took much pleasure in it. He was bloody, ruthless, almost feral. He spent 19 long years as a blood claw, by choice for most of it, fighting both on bike, from the sky with jump pack and on his own two feet. As a Grey Hunter he was a skilled warrior and soon proved his skill with ranged weapons and tactics. As a Long Fang, 12 decades later, he refined that skill further, showing particular talent with heavy bolters. As his Pack’s Leader, he showed grim tenacity and steadfastness few can match. For 41 years he fought at his Wolf Lord’s side as a brother unequalled, a Wolf Guard. And for 22 years he has led his fellow Wolf Guard as Battle Leader with few others. Many assumed that should death befall the Helmcleaver, Winterfell would take over. But Winterfell swore an oath to rid the galaxy of all the chapter’s foes, and to return the Primarch to them, or die trying. So when the time of the Great Hunt came once more, on the dawn of the 42nd Millenium, Jȫrgan Winterfell raised his ale and his axe high and roared.
The Saga of Winterfell 784.M41 Young Jȫrgan of Innsrug is inducted into the chapter. 788.M41 Jȫrgan first takes the battlefield on Galac, an ashen death world filled with lethal radiation and raw Admantium ore, against the Tau menace. He is of the few who walked away from the engagement, only one of 4 in his pack of Blood Claws, once twenty. 796.M41 Jȫrgan spearheads a counterstrike made by a small renegade force on the far side of Fenris, riding the wolf of iron, a bike, for the first time. Later the same year, he descends in flames on the remainders on the force as a Skyclaw. 803.M41 Jȫrgan joins the Grey Hunters of Theon Greijoi’s Pack. Throughout this time he slew men, xenos, traitors and demons uncounted. 892-900.M41 The Second Test of Morkai A stain to his honour during a druken brawl with a Wolf Guard of Krom Dragongaze’s Great Company, Great Wolf Logan Grimnar sentences both to exile, indefinitely, until the recomplete the Test of Morkai. Set down by Thunderhawk far from the fang in naught but their bare loins and with only their fists, they were told to make their way home. Travelling for a whole month without hinderance, a great blizzard struck that covered the whole eastern hemisphere as the Long Winter fell on Fenris, a blizzard that would last 8 years, during the time, only Jȫrgan survived. Thought dead, Jȫrgan was abandoned, living off the flesh of the animals he killed with his bare hands and the clothes he made from their pelts. The blizzard was too harsh, even for them, to survive. His companion, a marine named Svren the Thirsty, for his insatiable appetite for ale, died in 900.M41, days before the storm cleared. Dragging the body of his friend, for the were now friends after many years surviving in the harshness of Fenris, Jȫrgan arrived on the steps to the Space Wolves’ fortress. His return was sung with praise, and many barrels of ale were consumed by his Company at his return. From that day forth, Jȫrgan was named the Winterfell. Svren’s geneseed survived and both the glands were used to induct new recruits, both of whom are now respected Wolf Scouts of Krom Dragongaze’s Great Company 931.M41 Jȫrgan takes to the field of battle on Cadia as a Long Fang, raining .125, Armour penetrating explosive death on the heretics with his heavy bolter, and was commended by the Great Wolf himself for his killtally, and taking the head of an enemy Champion who led the charge on the southern fortress.
939.M41 The Winterfell kneels and rises as Wolf Guard. At the Great Feast he approaches the Great Wolf, Bjorn, the Fell-Handed, Ulrik the Slayer, and the Wolf Lords. Before his whole chapter he swears his oath to take down the enemies of the Emperor, the Chapter and Leman Russ. His time as a Wolf Guard is bloody, and over nearly half a century, his quarters began to fill up with trophies. 980.M41 Jȫrgan Winterfell is named Battle Leader of the Great Company, and successor to Helmcleaver. 001.M42 The Great Hunt The Winterfell is the first to join the Hunt for Leman Russ, Primarch of the Space Wolves.
“I will go! By my axe, by my brothers, by my ale, by my name, by my Chapter, by my life, I will go!”
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