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Πρώτα απ'όλα, ΨΑΧΝΟΥΜΕ GM!

Slots taken (Character and role in the squad):

Alpha Legion Forsaken - Stealth, Larceny, Spying, Infiltration, Information, General Combat Support
Fallen Dark Angels Apothecary/Sorcerer (Witch-Chirurgeon) - Healing, Psychic Support, Interrogation, Information, Social Support, General Combat Support
Chosen of Khorne (Berzerker) - Melee Combat Extraordinaire


1-2 more Slots available (Character and role in the squad) from the following:
Iron Warriors Warsmith - Tech expert, Ranged Combat specialist.
Thousand Sons Survivor (Forsaken) - Ranged Combat Specialist, Psychic Support
Chosen of Nurgle - Shock Troop, close range fire support.
Aspiring Champion

Character Creation: Υποχρεωτικά Chaos Space Marines. Μαζί μου κάνουμε το creation, χοντρικά έχω προσθέσει κι αλλα starting skills στο Chaos Marine Template (δεν εννοείται Space Marine χωρίς τουλάχιστον 1 πόντο Survival, Stealth & Dodge για παράδειγμα), και στα Archetypes, όπου λέει "this or that skill" παίρνουμε και τα 2 (είναι χαζό το "balance" του ένας human να είναι ισοδύναμος με έναν Chaos Space marine) και 1500 ΧΡ για αρχή (αντί για 500). Οι πανοπλίες είναι fully functional, και το starting gear "ψιλοαγνοειται", ο κάθε παίκτης παίρνει starting gear ανάλογα με το background και τον ρολο του.




Character Backgrounds:

-Οι χαρακτήρες μπορεί να κατάγονται από εποχές του Horus Heresy, αλλα θα πρέπει να επεξηγήσουν το γιατί ήταν ανενεργοί 10.000 χρονια (τα stats δεν αντικατοπτρίζουν κάποιον ενεργό επί 10.000 έτη Chaos Marine, οποτε η θα ήταν χαμένος στο Warp, η θα ήταν σε stasis, η whatever. Ξεχνάμε κάτι τύπου "for 10.000 years he killed, burned & pillaged".)



Σύντομα θα ποστάρω για παράδειγμα το background του δικού μου χαρακτήρα για να πάρετε μια γεύση. ΕΛΑ ΝΑ ΒΛΕΠΩ ΚΙΝΗΣΗ!

Harahel, former Apothecary of the Dark Angels, Chaos Sorcerer




The battle... Caliban... It feels like it was yesterday, yet ages past. I remember Luther and Astelan denouncing Lion, for he had abandoned us, deprived us of any glory to be gained at Horus' betrayal. But then, was Lion untouched by the corruption of Horus? Indeed, they travelled somehow too slowly towards Terra, as if he was waiting to see who would have the upper hand in the battle and side with them. Not only had they left us behind to babysit our home base while they'd fight for glory and immortality, but they also had doubtful loyalties and motives. So, no matter who would win, the Dark Angels would still be recorded as heroes.

An undecided fool in command of the Legion? That was unacceptable.

I remember the last few hours before the battle. I was assigned to the front lines, falling back towards the Apothecarion where I was to make my last stand, buying time for its staff to evacuate the base along with as much gene-seed as they can carry, should things turn out too dire for victory.

As the Orbital Defence Lasers started firing against Lion's fleet, I reflected on my training, my duties, and what is right and wrong. And what we were doing was the right thing. We were betrayed and forgotten, left out of Lion's glorious plans. At least we had our home, and we should drive the traitors out.

As the first Drop Pods pounded the ground, we began firing immediately. Soon, we were overwhelmed. I fought with Bolt Pistol & Chainsword, with hands and legs, dragging the wounded back at all costs, quickly administering first-aid the ones who could still fight, or giving peace to the gravely wounded and extracting their gene-seed. My chainsword was rendered useless from overuse, but I grabbed a Force Sword from Codicier Moriel's body and kept fighting on, regardless of it being nothing but a mundane sword in my hand.

I don't recall how long the battle lasted. All I know for sure, was that we were losing. I had braced myself inside the Apothecarion, when the ground started to shake, and the base collapsing. As falling rubble sealed the way into the Apothecarion, it was easy for us to destroy the few enemies who had made their way in. The time had come for our escape. Each of us grabbed as many gene-seed canisters as he could, and ran towards the other side of the room. But at that moment, the ground split open, and we were sucked in the chasm.

I don't know for how long I have been here. It feels like I've been drifting into the void for a few hours, but then it also feels like the years are passing by at light speed. It matters not, for I have stopped trying to track the passing of time anyway. I don't know where I am. This is not the cold vacuum of the outer space.
During this journey, it sometimes feels like I am dreaming. I see Space Marines, sometimes clad in green armour, others in bony white armour, all hunting down and capturing my battle-brothers. Those assailants all bear Dark Angels heraldry. Is that the future? The present? I don't know.

Then came the whispers. They reminded me I am all alone, and that I need all the help I can get. With the gene-seed I am carrying, they promise me an army. An army to defeat those who wronged me. They say it is only the beginning on the path to unimaginable power. They said they have given me a gift to prove they are not lying. All I have noticed is Moriel's Force Sword glowing in my grip.

An army... Unimaginable Power... Vengeance... Yes, Vengeance... They will pay dearly for what they have done, oh yes, they will... How could I be so blind? The truth lies in Chaos, and the servants of the Corpse-Emperor are going to bow before the Gods soon enough!

Alpha Legion Forsaken (Name pending)



I can remember myself wondering why my brothers turned against us during the Horus Heresy.

Loyalty is a twin edged knife. Once you are the Hand of Justice, and before you realize it, you have become a pawn to serve personal goals and agendas.

It is not the price of war I fear; It is the unseen horrors of peace.

I’d say it all begun on the Tearus campaign, but no, it all ended. The life as I knew it ended, the duty, the responsibility, our prayers…

I have emptied my heart from these feelings. I have filled it with hatred.

At the time of the Heresy, my Company was campaigning against the Orks in the Tearus Sector, quite far away from Terra. When our Primarch sided with Horus, we were not aware of it.

Then, new mission data was being transmitted from the local governor. We were supposed to rendezvous with a detachment of the Imperial Army elite stealth troops and sneak into the camp of the Ork Warboss, assassinating him and scattering his forces.

The information we had received however, was totally false, false to the point of treason. There was no Army detachment waiting for us, the supposed rendezvous point was crawling with Orks. It was a trap.

We made haste and got into position on their rear. The heavy weapons began fire simultaneously and the orks were caught in crossfire. There was some disorder caused and some units came after us.

We were giving the orcs as less target as possible, using some of our tricks to confuse them and giving the heavy support units time to blast their positions. After our Chaplain’s order we charged on the front to assist the crazy assault troops that had landed behind their flanks and were planting melta charges in their fortifications. They would soon be overwhelmed, and our chaplain had to teleport the terminators to have a chance saving those assault marines. Teleportation is a dangerous tool, teleported troops may teleport inside objects which is fatal to them, or may even cause a breach to the unknown warp worlds and bring daemons. Hopefully the terminators were teleported almost on the targeted area, and they gave support fire to assault troopers.

Thankfully the icy field was giving the orcs many mobility problems. When we thought the xenos that were attacking us were hard to defeat, we were given the order to reach the terminators, because they had to support the assault squads trying to reach their command element...

Dodge and run and shoot and dodge and run and shoot and cover and grenade and run and… Warboss on our 5 o’clock. Grenade and withdraw and smoke grenade and run and cover and run and stop to assist the wounded marine. I had seen orc Warboss fighting before and I knew you don’t bring him down with bolt pistol nor chainsword that easily. His one arm was holding a four barreled weapon with high rate of fire and his other arm was a great claw, so big that I think it might have been taken by an orc dreadnaught. Our frag grenades had scratched him and he was angry… Angrier than before that is.

He looked at me, and with a guttural growl charged at me. Parry, strike, dodge, kick, parry, strike, shoot. I fought and fought, my body instinctively reacting to the Ork's attacks, as if programmed to do so. The xeno was very skilled and strong however, and landed quite many hurtful strikes against my body. The hatred inside left no space for pain to be felt, however. Finally, I got into an advantageous position and emptied my Bolt Pistol's magazine in his face from point-blank. As the xeno leader fell, I looked around me. The Orks were retreating, and all my battle-brothers were dead, their broken bodies littering the field.

I was all alone. Alone, wounded, betrayed, but alive. Some higher power desired this, and it was definitely not the Emperor. This was the last thing I thought before losing my senses to my wounds.

And then, I awoke by noises of vox-casters and human footsteps. An Army scouting squad was reporting on my Company's decimation. I heard him calling us "renegades", and that we successfully fell into their trap. That's when the hatred inside me fueled my body again. I sprung up and killed most of the Imperial soldiers with my bare hands, tearing their limbs one by one.

I let their leader live, so I could interrogate him. Breaking his elbow was enough to make him speak. The cowering human told me that my Legion was reported to have turned Renegade and the local military commander had given us false intel on purpose, to lead us into the heart of the Ork Waagh and have us destroyed. That's all I needed to know, and I thanked the Army sergeant by crushing his skull.

After many long years of gathering information, hiding and surviving, I found my way into the Eye, and managed to get back into contact with the Legion. What I found was a fractured ghost of its former glory. These were not my battle-brothers. I refused to call those madmen "brothers". With nowhere to turn, I focused on myself. I shall build my own fate, and whatever the Gods have planned for me, one thing is for sure; The pawns of the false carrion-God will pay dearly for the lives of my brothers.

Chosen of Khorne (Name pending)



I always felt it. We all do. We just don't admit it. We all enjoy killing. We all adore the thrill of victory, the smell of fresh blood, the andrenaline rush of battle, the glory of triumph over an enemy's mangled body. There is no better moment than the moment you deliver the killing blow. That tiny moment, where you savor on the sight of your bullet piercing your enemy's armour, your blade slashing his flesh.

I am not one of the lobotomized fools of the World Eaters. I sure look like one, since I wear parts of their armour as trophies from won duels, but I am not one of them. And I don't aspire to become one of them either. All I care about is to shed blood in the name of Khorne and for my own sheer pleasure.