Vandal
The Lord of Destruction
Since theres nothing really major that I need to write out. Im going to drop the prolouge now to set the stage.
Prologue:
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Location: Senium IV
Segmentum Pacificus
Classification: Hive World
Standard Local Time 0346
Thought of the Day: "Turning the weapons of the enemy against him is, of course, of grave danger to one’s soul. It is nonetheless a satisfying thing to see."
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The rotating crimson light pushed back the darkness but briefly from it's perch upon the wall. The lambent blade washed over the narrow corridor, exposing every rusted pipe and steaming vent with a sanguine hue. The putrid claws of vermin were inaudible over the serpent-like hiss of steam. Long had this section of the Hive City Berlius been forgotten to the ruin of time. A decaying way station that served some purpose in the past, long purged from her denizens memories. It was precisely this seclusion that gave the substation its merits. It was free from prying eyes and the traffic of the Hiver scum that chocked Berlius walkways, like a constricting plaque in an artery. It why it had been chosen so long ago for its renewed and much greater purpose.
Vermin scattered to the wind at the sound of the encroaching steps, hard boots against the ferrocrette flooring echoed loudly through the corridor. They retreated to their hiding spots, their unwillingness to be consumed apparent as they skittered into the pipes and vents, watchful of the woman who strode the lonely halls. "Throne." She spat venomously to herself as she pulled her great coat tighter about her neck to protect her porcelain skin from dripping condensation. The servos in her prosthetic arm whined loudly as metallic fingers scrunched the coats collar tightly together. Such a vile putrid place. Her thoughts turned to the morbid atmosphere as she continued her trudge. It seemed impossible to think that what her Master was after resided in such a place. But it was not her place to question the motives of her Master. His machination could bring about the rebirth of the Imperium of Man... Bring about order to the galaxy. And that prospect alone was enough to soil her hands in the dredges of Berlius's underbelly. But it didn't mean she had to like it.
It was at the end of the corridor that she stopped, her progress impeded by a blast door. She waited momentarily, studying the barrier in silence as she waited. And waited. A minute seemed to drag out into an eternity and her patience had begun to wear thin. They were watching her, she knew it, could feel it. But why they made no move to welcome her eluded her. They knew she was coming. It was with great ire that she opened the the left side of her jacket to reveal the emblazoned golden badge of her office as well as the Inferno Pistol that rested on her hip. "Inquisitor Lucia Priscus." She nearly growled as the Inquisitorial "I" hung suspended around her neck, resting against her armored chest. "Open. Now." Raw authority almost seemed to will the door open. Rusted cogs popped groaned as the door slid aside slowly. Without another word she stepped out of the putrefaction of the under works and into the sterile and clean corridors of the unknown.
The door ground closed behind her as Lucia's hands fluttered through her short auburn hair in an attempt to rid herself of the filth that clung to her. Her harsh green eyes traced the clean corridors that now lay before her. It was a far cry from the ruinous corridors that she had trudged through to get to this moment in time. At least the filth has passed. The thought did little to lighten her mood however as a pair of Inquisitorial Scion Tempestus strode up to meet her. "Inquisitor Priscus, Inquisitor Saurius has instructed you come with us. He will receive you in his study." The mans voice was scratchy through his emotional face mask but devoid of fear when addressing the newly arrived Inquisitor. And why would he show fear? He works for a bigger fish. As irritated as Lucia was at the situation, asserting her position on the two far better trained killers would do nothing to further her goals her. So instead she bit back her venomous tongue and followed.
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Ill finish that up later, I have to be up early tomorrow. So on to the meat and potatoes.
As this is strictly narrative based, I don't see the need to make character creation a painful tedious process. Just enough to get a feel for each others characters.
Character Template:
Name:
Age:
Chapter: What Chapter does your character originate from? If you're creating your own include a brief history, how they perform doctrinally, what campaigns they've participated in ect ect.
Ocupation: What did your Character do in his Chapter? IE, Sternguard, Apothecary, Assault, Devastator ect ect
Wargear: All Deathwatch members will be equipped with a Stalker Pattern Bolt Gun, Bolt Pistol, Close Combat Weapon as well as Frag and Krak Grenades. However, these weapons may be swapped out for heavier weapons such as a Heavy Bolter or Melta Gun or any Chapter Specific Gear. Just use common sense.
Chapter Specific Gear: Its customary for a Deathwatch member to be gifted a relic or weapon from his Parent Chapter to carry into battle. What was your character gifted with? Just be reasonable.
Personality: What makes the character tick?
History: Doesn't have to be a one thousand word essay, just a brief summary.
Prologue:
++++
Location: Senium IV
Segmentum Pacificus
Classification: Hive World
Standard Local Time 0346
Thought of the Day: "Turning the weapons of the enemy against him is, of course, of grave danger to one’s soul. It is nonetheless a satisfying thing to see."
++++
The rotating crimson light pushed back the darkness but briefly from it's perch upon the wall. The lambent blade washed over the narrow corridor, exposing every rusted pipe and steaming vent with a sanguine hue. The putrid claws of vermin were inaudible over the serpent-like hiss of steam. Long had this section of the Hive City Berlius been forgotten to the ruin of time. A decaying way station that served some purpose in the past, long purged from her denizens memories. It was precisely this seclusion that gave the substation its merits. It was free from prying eyes and the traffic of the Hiver scum that chocked Berlius walkways, like a constricting plaque in an artery. It why it had been chosen so long ago for its renewed and much greater purpose.
Vermin scattered to the wind at the sound of the encroaching steps, hard boots against the ferrocrette flooring echoed loudly through the corridor. They retreated to their hiding spots, their unwillingness to be consumed apparent as they skittered into the pipes and vents, watchful of the woman who strode the lonely halls. "Throne." She spat venomously to herself as she pulled her great coat tighter about her neck to protect her porcelain skin from dripping condensation. The servos in her prosthetic arm whined loudly as metallic fingers scrunched the coats collar tightly together. Such a vile putrid place. Her thoughts turned to the morbid atmosphere as she continued her trudge. It seemed impossible to think that what her Master was after resided in such a place. But it was not her place to question the motives of her Master. His machination could bring about the rebirth of the Imperium of Man... Bring about order to the galaxy. And that prospect alone was enough to soil her hands in the dredges of Berlius's underbelly. But it didn't mean she had to like it.
It was at the end of the corridor that she stopped, her progress impeded by a blast door. She waited momentarily, studying the barrier in silence as she waited. And waited. A minute seemed to drag out into an eternity and her patience had begun to wear thin. They were watching her, she knew it, could feel it. But why they made no move to welcome her eluded her. They knew she was coming. It was with great ire that she opened the the left side of her jacket to reveal the emblazoned golden badge of her office as well as the Inferno Pistol that rested on her hip. "Inquisitor Lucia Priscus." She nearly growled as the Inquisitorial "I" hung suspended around her neck, resting against her armored chest. "Open. Now." Raw authority almost seemed to will the door open. Rusted cogs popped groaned as the door slid aside slowly. Without another word she stepped out of the putrefaction of the under works and into the sterile and clean corridors of the unknown.
The door ground closed behind her as Lucia's hands fluttered through her short auburn hair in an attempt to rid herself of the filth that clung to her. Her harsh green eyes traced the clean corridors that now lay before her. It was a far cry from the ruinous corridors that she had trudged through to get to this moment in time. At least the filth has passed. The thought did little to lighten her mood however as a pair of Inquisitorial Scion Tempestus strode up to meet her. "Inquisitor Priscus, Inquisitor Saurius has instructed you come with us. He will receive you in his study." The mans voice was scratchy through his emotional face mask but devoid of fear when addressing the newly arrived Inquisitor. And why would he show fear? He works for a bigger fish. As irritated as Lucia was at the situation, asserting her position on the two far better trained killers would do nothing to further her goals her. So instead she bit back her venomous tongue and followed.
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Ill finish that up later, I have to be up early tomorrow. So on to the meat and potatoes.
As this is strictly narrative based, I don't see the need to make character creation a painful tedious process. Just enough to get a feel for each others characters.
Character Template:
Name:
Age:
Chapter: What Chapter does your character originate from? If you're creating your own include a brief history, how they perform doctrinally, what campaigns they've participated in ect ect.
Ocupation: What did your Character do in his Chapter? IE, Sternguard, Apothecary, Assault, Devastator ect ect
Wargear: All Deathwatch members will be equipped with a Stalker Pattern Bolt Gun, Bolt Pistol, Close Combat Weapon as well as Frag and Krak Grenades. However, these weapons may be swapped out for heavier weapons such as a Heavy Bolter or Melta Gun or any Chapter Specific Gear. Just use common sense.
Chapter Specific Gear: Its customary for a Deathwatch member to be gifted a relic or weapon from his Parent Chapter to carry into battle. What was your character gifted with? Just be reasonable.
Personality: What makes the character tick?
History: Doesn't have to be a one thousand word essay, just a brief summary.
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