Post by Bergfinn on Feb 1, 2015 16:52:04 GMT
Hello people of Darkstorm!
A quick introduction before we kick this off.
This story is based off a Dark Heresy campaign I am currently running, the characters in this story and their actions are the direct result of the campaign sessions outcome and progress. Their actions or lack there off influence the events happening on this world. So stay tuned for lots of shenanigans as this is quite the... amusing group of roll players. I do put some more dialogue in and over dramatize some of the events to put them in a more Warhammer 40K atmosphere.
A quick Disclaimer:
I suffer from dyslexia, Google docs and proof reading once or twice makes me catch most of the mistakes but any feedback on the grammar etc is always appreciated as long as its constructive.
Also, this is a Warhammer 40K Story, if you are not into grim, dark and uncensored scenes carrying the atmosphere I do not recommend you read this and go to more flowery pastures where happy endings exist, for in the grim dark future, there is only war.
Enjoy this series for as long as it lasts!
Appendix:
Introduction given to the players: docs.google.com/document/d/14F71bVr4w8l6Q-h-wwXy8dUw8rbdGvcJbGlYEbetKs4
Planet Lore (WIP): docs.google.com/document/d/1q04Z0s6f9kv1dZR86JBSAQIxfth_5S9Vw6Z3hQWNukY
World Map (WIP): i.imgur.com/GkcHFbk.jpg
A planet beyond the Sabbat worlds called Imhotep 2 has been abandoned by the imperium four hundred years ago during a long and brutal war with Chaos and Orks. Many Imperial guard regiments saw its surface and never returned, two hundred years of war over one of the most resource rich planets in the surrounding systems. By the end of the war the planet was left barren, burned and twisted, resources that once were worth fighting over where mostly drained by all the factions involved. (read more about the world in the Appendix) Our story begins four hundred years after that fact, the worlds abandoned with allot of problems and warring factions of humans over what is left, and chaos is turning its attention on this desolate world once more.
A lean, well built man in his fifties stands at the end of a long cathedral like chamber, he stares in the distance of the balcony that is before him. Behind him the entire room is holding his breath as the assembled party looks at him in anticipation of his words. Words seem not to be on the man's mind however, his mind focused on the battles ahead and the beautiful bloodshed he would make happen.
"Sir Thornwood, Sir?" A careful voice starts behind him. Alexander raises his left eyebrow as the voice of his Captain of the house guard awakes him from his visions of the future. He turns around, the dark red detailed Commissars cloak he is wearing waves from the speed of his sudden movement and the people gathered seem to hold their breath at this for a small moment. He looks his guard Captain straight in the eyes for a second, Alexander always respected the man's lack of fear when dealing with him. "We await your word".
"We will own this rock, and you have no place in it" Alexander simply says as he addresses the room. The room bursts with confusion for a few seconds only to come to an abrupt stop when the guard Captain ends a Nobles life by putting a Las round into his head. As the plump man flops to the ground and confusion makes room for fear. An over privileged woman in her sixties starts sobbing whilst screaming "Why! He did n…blrrgr" Her sentence cut short as her head ceases to be attached to her torso. Guns and Chain blades come forth and the nobles assembled crumble and fall as their miserable lives are ended.
"Phase one is completed Corvus, Inform my Sons" Alexander says as he switches his gaze from the bloodshed, unfazed by its sudden brutality, to his guard Captain. Corvus simply Nods and leaves the room. As Alexander turns around again he continues his gaze into the distant world where his eldest Son would be waiting with the army he needed to take the region of Lothlonde, and start his own Empire underneath this glorious blood red sun. Khorne would indeed be pleased.
A quick introduction before we kick this off.
This story is based off a Dark Heresy campaign I am currently running, the characters in this story and their actions are the direct result of the campaign sessions outcome and progress. Their actions or lack there off influence the events happening on this world. So stay tuned for lots of shenanigans as this is quite the... amusing group of roll players. I do put some more dialogue in and over dramatize some of the events to put them in a more Warhammer 40K atmosphere.
A quick Disclaimer:
I suffer from dyslexia, Google docs and proof reading once or twice makes me catch most of the mistakes but any feedback on the grammar etc is always appreciated as long as its constructive.
Also, this is a Warhammer 40K Story, if you are not into grim, dark and uncensored scenes carrying the atmosphere I do not recommend you read this and go to more flowery pastures where happy endings exist, for in the grim dark future, there is only war.
Enjoy this series for as long as it lasts!
Appendix:
Introduction given to the players: docs.google.com/document/d/14F71bVr4w8l6Q-h-wwXy8dUw8rbdGvcJbGlYEbetKs4
Planet Lore (WIP): docs.google.com/document/d/1q04Z0s6f9kv1dZR86JBSAQIxfth_5S9Vw6Z3hQWNukY
World Map (WIP): i.imgur.com/GkcHFbk.jpg
A planet beyond the Sabbat worlds called Imhotep 2 has been abandoned by the imperium four hundred years ago during a long and brutal war with Chaos and Orks. Many Imperial guard regiments saw its surface and never returned, two hundred years of war over one of the most resource rich planets in the surrounding systems. By the end of the war the planet was left barren, burned and twisted, resources that once were worth fighting over where mostly drained by all the factions involved. (read more about the world in the Appendix) Our story begins four hundred years after that fact, the worlds abandoned with allot of problems and warring factions of humans over what is left, and chaos is turning its attention on this desolate world once more.
A lean, well built man in his fifties stands at the end of a long cathedral like chamber, he stares in the distance of the balcony that is before him. Behind him the entire room is holding his breath as the assembled party looks at him in anticipation of his words. Words seem not to be on the man's mind however, his mind focused on the battles ahead and the beautiful bloodshed he would make happen.
"Sir Thornwood, Sir?" A careful voice starts behind him. Alexander raises his left eyebrow as the voice of his Captain of the house guard awakes him from his visions of the future. He turns around, the dark red detailed Commissars cloak he is wearing waves from the speed of his sudden movement and the people gathered seem to hold their breath at this for a small moment. He looks his guard Captain straight in the eyes for a second, Alexander always respected the man's lack of fear when dealing with him. "We await your word".
"We will own this rock, and you have no place in it" Alexander simply says as he addresses the room. The room bursts with confusion for a few seconds only to come to an abrupt stop when the guard Captain ends a Nobles life by putting a Las round into his head. As the plump man flops to the ground and confusion makes room for fear. An over privileged woman in her sixties starts sobbing whilst screaming "Why! He did n…blrrgr" Her sentence cut short as her head ceases to be attached to her torso. Guns and Chain blades come forth and the nobles assembled crumble and fall as their miserable lives are ended.
"Phase one is completed Corvus, Inform my Sons" Alexander says as he switches his gaze from the bloodshed, unfazed by its sudden brutality, to his guard Captain. Corvus simply Nods and leaves the room. As Alexander turns around again he continues his gaze into the distant world where his eldest Son would be waiting with the army he needed to take the region of Lothlonde, and start his own Empire underneath this glorious blood red sun. Khorne would indeed be pleased.