#warhammer 40k rp

[forgottnseccnd]

The rumour had always persisted, fuelled by whispers of past atrocities, that only a primarch could kill another primarch. Perhaps it was even true.

indie Warhammer 40k Second Legion Primarch OC Blog.

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[aveimperatcr]

GLORY TO THE GOD-EMPEROR!

indie Warhammer 40k blog.

canon-divergent and headcanon-based. based on what-if scenarios crossover and OC friendly!

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[dustxechoes]

Independent semi-selective multimuse featuring characters from Mega Man and original characters from My Hero Academia, Fallout, Warhammer 40k, and World of Darkness, as well as general modern fantasy and scifi.

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[the-emperorofmankind]

“Why didn’t I do more.. now look at what my empire has become… a cesspool of hatred and corruption.. and religious extremists.. the one thing I hated more than anything.. now everyone is that..”

[every108years]

108 Years Later...

@tearofisha

Her mind glazes over, as do her eyes. The Spiritseer speaks not of playful memories of childhood tresspasses, but of her sudden, drastic disappearance and his troubled flight to find her. Like a fawn before danger, she freezes.

"You-..." Her expression flickers. There is a teasing of a smile at her lips. He must be joking, she thinks as her gaze and shoulders soften, and her breath catches on the beginnings of a laugh...

But, Eldrin had never teased like this before...

She knew him to be gentle. Though battered and torn by centuries of war, the Eldrin she knew still took the time to hum softly at the beauty of the world and indulge in the warmth of his tea. He was not a cruel jester.

And what a cruel jest this would be. One-hundred and eight years?

"I left you alone for one hundred eight years?" She asks softly, her smile quickly folding into sorrow. "I'm...I'm so sorry." She looks downwards at the polished floors. Her mind kicks and bucks against his story, yet she laments the possibility of causing the Spiritseer distress... and that she had not truly returned home

The tea begins to simmer.

"I...I thought I had been here this morning, but now that I think on it," she gasps quietly as a wave of cold realization crashes over her, "I don't remember making the spare bed."

She rubs her temples, which were often a pressure point of her migraine attacks, though he did not suffer one now. "I had a dream that I was...I was reunited with my friends. Even the ones I thought lost in the storm that had originally brought me here." She blushes and brushes her fingertips against her cheeks at the (False?) memories of those warmest of heartfelt reunions. Slowly, her attention returns to him. "I remember coming to a city near a forest...and rivers for streets. The Moon That Never Sets was large in the sky. It was so beautiful, sir," she continues, her voice cracking as she threatens to cry - overwhelmed by everything. Quickly, she tries to hide and wipe her eyes. "I...I got dizzy...I woke up here...or I thought I did. I'm sorry. One hundred eight years..."

[moss-rock-riot]

i wanna get into warhammer rp on here really bad (have done text rp in the past but never on tumblr) but im too afraid to reach out to an ask blog, so here goes:

i wanna use my Navigator OC, Sion Dyval. silly little psyker with a relationship to the warp as his altar and oracle. If anyone wants to set something fun up (let him drive your ship. it'll be fine. i promise) please reach out to me!

[nex-sepulcrum-blog]

A Return

Let's see what I can start up again.

Revisiting old places.

[wayward40k]

:: TESARI :: THE STALWART

:: BASIC INFORMATION :: Nicknames / Aliases : None Gender / Pronouns : Female / She / Her Age : 22 Species : Human [ Felinid Abhuman ]

:: APPEARANCE :: Hair : Golden-tan, striped through with lighter and darker hues. Skin : Sandy brown. Eyes : Purple hue, feline pupils Height : 7' 5" // 226 cm Markings (scars, tattoos, etc) : Distinctive striped pattern, various scars hidden beneath fur. Build / Physique : Muscular and sturdy, well-suited to combat and physical labor.

:: PERSONAL INFORMATION :: Occupation : Gladiator, mercenary. Alliance : Her family. Homeworld : Nion IV [ Imperial Feral World ] Social Level : Oblivious to many social cues of baseline humans, takes many things literally. Likes : Food, contests of strength, sparring, whittling. Dislikes : Thunder, being drunk, sore losers, sore winners. Romantic / Sexual Orientation : Demiromantic / Asexual Relationship Status : Nah (though may change due to character chemistry)

:: ABILITIES & SKILLS :: Physical Skills : Physically denser and stronger than one would assume, high endurance, high constitution. Mental Skills : Capable of ignoring injuries for a length determined by the injury's severity (higher severity cannot be ignored as long). Single-minded focus. Psyker Abilities : Psychic blank, immune to Warp energies and their effects. Other Notes : While not smart, Tesari is still clever, being capable of some unconventional problem-solving. Granted, most of the time, her initial solution is to hit whatever is causing a problem, but recognizes that that is considered ill-advised by much smarter people.

:: STORY INFORMATION :: Bodyguard Gig : Tesari is presently the bodyguard to the heiress of the Laurellete Family, Clementiya. She's not well-suited to high society, but she doesn't need to be to do her job: make sure the Heiress is safe. This leads to some humorous interactions at social events. Blood Sands : Many of the Felinids of Nion IV were 'recruited' as gladiators for a local arena. Tesari has since been separated from her family and isn't quite sure how to get back to them, or if they've also left their home. She's learned, however, that people will pay money for her to either fight things or protect things, and she's good at both of those. Huge Cat : The Felinids of Nion IV are abnormally large for humans, often matching Ogryns in their general height range. This can make most areas designed for baseline humans somewhat more awkward for Tesari to be in: she's noticeably more careful about trying not to break anything. Fighting Spirit : Tesari is incapable of turning down a challenge of strength. Anything from thumb wrestling to full-on sparring can get her energy and spirits up, regardless of whether she wins or loses. So long as her opponent doesn't gloat, anyway.

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[theunaligneddemonprince]

“You hail from worlds shackled by slavery. But in this one blow the winds of freedom. If the soul is at peace, even in the depths of Hell shall one find comfort. As proof, you “Slaves of Gods” did not recognize that you were being shackled… Yet you now wish to dethrone the Gods. Then show me the strength of your determination… Your will. Hold nothing back. Failing this test would mean eternal death.”

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[hiraeth-mfrp]

☾⊹₊ ⋆ CASSIA ORSELLIO HAS BEEN WELCOMED INTO HIRAETH.

[ordophilosophicus]

The yearn for a Dark Heresy Head Hunter style campaign is overwhelming and eternal

[thegodemperorsmycopilot]

Converted Aeldari Ranger byu/Klutzy_Beat8868 inWarhammer40k

[the-emperorofmankind]

Do you want neglectful fathers and that neglectful father being the Emperor of Mankind. Somehow showing up in the 42th millennium and hating every single bit of it? You come to the right place! Because I will try my best at a take of the Emperor of Mankind. Otherwise known as Neoth.

[every108years]

Another Other

@tearofisha

Shana was in a mix of emotions, though each time she thought about the reasons why her mind and heart were in a tug-of-war, she the sillier she felt for it. Certainly, willingly traveling to another world was no more shocking than her current circumstance of being unconsciously spirited-away from her own home world. Right?

But, currently, it was the how she was traveling that was bothering her.

Folding her arms about her, the young woman attempts to stay off her shivers as her mind tries to process what was happening: that she was on a ship, a ship that traveled the stars, a ship was currently keeping her safe from said land of stars that was, apparently, devoid of all air and heat - a void that would rend her inside out and sideways before turning her blood to ice and all sorts of horrible, horrible things that she dare not imagine despite a shiphand's exuberance that she should imagine it all after he had caught her excitedly pressing her face against a viewport to watch said land of stars wizz by...!

She had kept next to Eldrin after that, and tried to temper the tendrils of curiosity and excitement that were not somehow quashed by a shiphand's realism.

After a while, the girl from a fuedal world clears her throat. Her words, alas, are still thick from her troubled thoughts. "Your first journey amongst the stars? Ahem, how was your first journey...off plane- off...home."

Taking a deep breath Shana holds a palm against her head and risks a peek back towards the viewport.

Space or this "webway" was still beautiful...

[forgottnseccnd]

This was something that left the Primarch's eyes widening. To hear something like that... it brought a wave of emotions he hadn't felt in so long. Aurelius's head lowered, now in complete silence as he fixated on the Perpetual. Back when he was young... he remembered stories his father would speak of, things of the ancient 21st Century and how many discussions there were around such things...

He craned his head back, a few little droplets falling from under his helmet and onto the floor as all that he could make was a simple choked noise. Nirisch's head turned, looking almost horrified at the fact his Primarch was actually showing emotion after all this time. Yet... he sighed in relief. He couldn't remember the last time the Primarch let himself cry...

Though, Nirisch shifted as he nervously piped up, " ... ah-- he might become very emotional, as... I presume he is using his telepathy, and-- "

... And indeed, the usually stoic, deadpan, humorless and silent Primarch did.

Aurelius's thoughts unintentionally flooded into his telepathy, leaving them with all sorts of thoughts he must have been keeping back for some time,

" ... I--... I want my legion again-- my children! I want to be freed from this damn mechanical Hell and lead like how I used to! I want to see my brothers again, I want to live! I want my arms and legs back! "

His head dropped, and light little hiccups escaped Aurelius's lips. Nirisch was quick to rush forth, taking a small part of his tattered robes to reach under his helmet and wipe away at any tears of his, murmuring things in Lingua Technis like a mother attempting to console a child. No more words left Aurelius's then-- and the telepathic connection seemed to have ceased. The techpriest turned, bowing to them and clasping his hands together. " T-Thank you-- I... thank you. We both thank you immensely. I... I had never seen the Lord so emotional in ages! "

" ... He will need time to... well... emotionally recover. I-It... really has been some time since someone was so generous. I-I will need to work on his new limbs-- but, the schematics should be sent to your ship, Lord! " He bowed down rather deeply to Triko, then.

A message came in.

“Well well old friend, I thought you were still alive. Now someone owes me money. Anyways, need supplies?”

The message started with clear joy, switching a smug, than back to happy.

A pause at the message. Aurelius could barely focus on much as he was attached to the damn wall, using his very energy to keep everything powered. The techpriest Nirisch shifted as he kept the vox to his Primarch's lips.

" ... Supplies... yes, that would be good... " Aurelius spoke, yet it was more of a tired mumble as he did his best to keep his head up. " ... who is this? This is... Ursa Major... "

Nirisch nervously murmured as he held the vox with his servo arm, adjusting the many wires that connected the Primarch's arms, legs and back to the wall of the engine room. " Right... okay, my Lord... um-- ah-- could you ask if they have any sort of auramite? "

A grunt, Aurelius's eyes flicking over beneath his helmet. Auramite? That was rare... they'd be able to get their hands on ceramite, or adamantine...

" ... do you have any possible auramite in your supplies? My techpriest requires them for his masterworks... "

[adrayellinaeth]

~ Adepta Sororitas ~

Yeah.. I live with a Warhammer Fanboy. So I had the idea of doing some scenes inspired by the Battle Sister. I quite like the result.