Overview

I have an idea for a game in mind, with a vague plot line and some rudimentary planning. Was going to work a bit more on it now that the Eldar game has come to an end, while I take a break from GMing for a bit, and then start later in the year. I could try and push it forward, but if so it will be a bit rough around the edged. So fledgling space marine in a non imperial non chaos cultural milieu? Second generation renegade is an interesting prospect...

Hmm... If the OW game is on hold, does anyone have anything else in the pipeline? I have been thinking about this myself, and the only idea I've currently got would be what @Black Cohort (I think?) suggested for the Iron Gods - several years later (perhaps post opening of the Cicatrix Maledictum?) a new generation of recruits, taken/pressganged from worlds around the Solios Nebula and equipped from the vast stores taken from the Pride of Kings. Obviously, Chapter tables wouldn't be used (all geneseed would have been taken from Talek Varn himself and replicated). But I figured the worlds the recruits were taken from, and their personal histories/childhoods, could add some variety to the DW Archetypes? Existing characters from the previous game (if they are still with the IG) are now GM NPCs, and wouldn't be overly involved in this game except as flavour. This is all just spitballing at the moment, and I haven't really worked it all out (I was thinking of it for after the OW game, at very least?) but would anyone fancy a go at something along those lines?

No worries, RL comes first. The lasguns will be here when you're ready.

So sorry to hear that. Take the time you need.

Hi folks, I got some bad news last week and still trying to process it. I'm going to put this and my role in Blackest Hand on hold. If anybody wants to take the GM mantle for OW, they're more than welcome to run the Mountainbreakers and continue the existing threads.

I'd like to be the first to thank our GM for a nice adventure. Playing a female and an Eldar, and a WITCH!! was a real break from my usual fodder of hard-bitten, grizzled unshaven thugs. Thanks for having me, and thanks for your time and effort on this very enjoyable game. A well-run and nicely paced game with some sharp outcomes! I'd also like to compliment my other Players for their excellent posts and narrative interweaving, and good to play with you all again. Special kudos to @Akylas for throwing himself into the fire so well. A fine run in the Nook!

So there you have it, our little adventure has come to the end of this chapter. I hope you all had fun and that my GMing was not too atrocious. What was supposed to have been a short little game took almost a year, sorry, and real life busyness did attrition several of our players. Such is lot of play by post. Let me know what you thought, how it went and anything else you need to complain about. From my side I think the premade Eldar characters worked, and I hope the limited upgrade options still left you with fair choice and felt like you could make the characters your own.

As you enter the shallows the last of the venoms speed off across the lake, following the Raiders that had already departed in the one direction that the human could not easily pursue. The resultant waves and ripples easily disguised your own passage from land to deeper waters. Now submersed the coolness of the water makes itself felt, even through the water proof aspect armour. Visibility is low, sunlight scattered by the surface, shimmering. As you wade, walking along the bottom, mindful of the soft and treacherous footing you may come across a body or two. Half decomposed or fresh, so many had died here in recent days that some had found a watery grave. Further in and a good measure down you arrive at the gate, now listing even more than before, the foundation it had been anchored to steadily eroded and washed away. The webway gate machinery is slow to waken, and reluctant to let you through. Even with an invocation from Saoirse, drawing on the remnants of the key the Farseer had imparted, the gate was churlish in its response, especily towards the Ranger Sial, who had not travelled this way before. Perhaps the gate mechanism had sensed the Dark Kin up above, or the bloodshed, perhaps it had been damaged by the slow collapse of the foundation in the real, it was impossible to tell. Stepping through, the shift in apparent gravity and the direction of down is unsettling, stumble inducing. You splash down in muddy stick sludge, the smell all permeating of decay. What had been lake water scant days earlier when the gat had been unsealed and some had come through was now just a residue peppered with debris and deceased fish. Your armour immediately alert you to low levels of radiation, but less then what it had been. As you walk along the narrow webway branch the lake sludge dissipates, having only reached so far. At the connecting point to the larger webway passage the radiation meters spike slightly but settle to a new level in short order. To your right the way you had come originally, to the left the webway structure is off-colour, bruised. If any of you chose to venture that way: Retracing your steps is easy enough for a while, but the walk to Dandrame would take a long time. Luck however is on your side, or at least coincidence, for only a few hours into your march the sound of an engine reaches you, and moments later a Waveserpent flashes past. Your glimpse is brief but the Craftworld heraldry recognisable. A change in pitch, a rebound echo, the Serpent has turned and his heading back towards you, slower now, coming to a standstill a few meters away. As the ramp lowers Kemedra Llyn steps down, the Scorpion is all recovered and waves to you. From the cockpit you can hear Asmicim. “Reaper, the deal was not a scratch, what did you do to my Featherflight?” There is no scorn in the voice, just relive, and perhaps a little mischievousness. End of the Story ... For Now. Thank you for playing. I hope it was entertaining.

Character profile updated/completed. Char sheet is ready for review (I still need to populate the weapon profiles).

Foreshadowing - an indication of what is to come.

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Also the heresy was a long long time ago...

It's a Big Galaxy and there are multiple instances of similarly named units and Space Marine Chapters.

Erm....I'm doing a little research. This isn't going to cause us problems, is it? Solar Auxilia: 131st Cohort - A Cthonian Headhunters cohort known as "The Mountain Breakers"

Ialathial Duskstrider Duskstrider allowed the mon’keigh riders to flee, holding position to cover their own withdrawal. Ialandranth flickered about the battlefield, rightly surmising that their escape should be obfuscated. Only when Venkarryn and the encumbered Kelman were well ahead did Duskstrider continue their path of return. As he entered the shallows upon approach to the webway, the Avenger peered back at the blasted beach one final time. Once he was convinced they were not being watched, he submerged.

Kelman Orach The Reaper was slow to join his companions. As he carefully picked his way past Eldar and Monkeigh corpses he felt as if he was slowly waking from a dream, the horrors of battle only lightly imprinting upon him, blending with his memories of past battles and the day to day living of his Craftworld. Dead Monkeigh's rictus grins and the faces of friends superimposed over each other. His wounds must be catching up to him, causing cracks in his war mask. A fleeing Dark Eldar stumbled upon Kelman's path, but the Reaper ignored them and trudged on. The portal was near, and the team's discoveries had to be relayed to the Craftworld.

Having never bumped into the Severan Dominate et al, before, I have been reading about the...disordered...situation, and I am reminded of an old, xenos statesman, who commented on such a circumstance in his own experience. (There's a sentence right before the video, adding context: 'I have been studying the reports from our front lines...')

Ialandranth Veilseeker As the others made for the water Ialandranth remained jumping from cover to cover just exposed enough for the humans to see, to draw their attention away and to suggest that their path of retreat was along the waters edge and not into it. But there was little that could be done for their tracks unless the bombardment itself hid them. The webway entrance was already a precarious one with the presence of the dark kin and now perhaps would be forever lost. It must be hoped that the last messages of the guardian would make more sense to those on the craftworld for what had happened here was yet unresolved and the dark kins intentions here could not be good.

It’s been almost a week so I am going to move us on. Given the Rough Riders in your midst I’ll assume that Kelman and Venkaryn both open fire, hard to outran cavalry if they are on top of you. Between the average damage from that and the damage already taken the Rough Riders need to take a break test with a -10 penalty. d100: 26, Fail, just. Scatter. End of structure light time. Players may narratively make their way to the webway gate in the lake, ending any narration somewhere around steping into the shallows to wadeding all the wya to the gate. You can assume that your armour will provide a few minutes of Air (or just superior Eldar biology), so just like when you came ashore the water will slow you down, but not present an immediate problem. There are some scattered rough riders around that you can take on narratively if you want, and one or two Dark Eldar as well. However for the moment this part of the area is relatively quiet, but that won’t last, so don’t dawdle. (Edit: Saoirse has probably regained conciousness, but is very week and being helped alogn by Sial, so Mazer fell free to post as well) As the humans road past the Reaper and the Dragon one looked at the other, they knew that only good fortune had saved them from lance to the back, and that outrunning the foe was not an option. Good old fashioned firepower however might turn the tide, and the spider and Avenger clearly thought the same. The ridden beast withered under their attention, the humans died. Some scattered, beast unridden, humans on foot scrambling for cover. To the south you could hear the rumble of crude human engines as several troop carries rolled in, smoke belching. Gun turrets with heavier armaments duelled with the Venoms while troops spilled out, engaging some few remaining Dark Kin and descending on their encampment. Elsewhere the mounted troops fanned out, trying to catch strugglers; soon their attention would turn northwards, expecting to join up with their comrades.

Just a heads-up, will be very sporadic from Sat-Weds, as I'll be traveling.

Hey all, will try to get the backstory and finish up the character sheet in the weekend. Quite overwhelmed by work at the moment.

Who brought Furs?

Don't worry about that, it's already a messy 3-way!

So we are facing Renegade Humans and Orks, any way to play those two of against each other?

*Looks in the data thread* *Pats Tro on the shoulder.* Yep. Yep, yep.