VoidDragon
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It is the 41st millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods, and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the Imperium for whom a thousand souls are sacrificied every day, so that he may never truly die.
Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested maisma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse.
To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable. This is the tale of those times. It is a universe you can live in today - if you dare - for this is a dark and terrible era where you will find little comfort or hope. If you want to take part in the adventure then prepare yourself now. Forget the power of technology, science and common humanity. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
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When it comes to Imperial Tithe collecting, the out-of-the-way backwater worlds are often disregarded completely or merely visited once a century. Since most of these planets lack even an Arbiter outpost the Adeptus often hire small, well-trained squads of mercenaries to oversee the loading of the payment into the spaceships. It’s an easy and relatively safe job that pays well. Our story begins in the retrofitted Cobra-class destroyer, Divine Right, floating in orbit over Keria III, a ruddy-brown dwarf planet that, from orbit, doesn’t even seem to support life.
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Rules are here. Knowledge of d20 Modern is required since the d20-40k rules are based off it.
Third level characters. Human or Ratling only please. 28 point, standard point buy. But don't worry about the crunch just yet, first I want to see your backgrounds. You have until October 6th, on that Friday I will choose the five players.
Players:
1)
2)
3)
4)
5)
Alternates:
1)
2)
And many, many thanks to Skrittiblak, Toptomcat, Ikkan and everyone else over at the Wizards COMmunity that helped make and test the d20-40k rules.
Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested maisma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in his name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat from aliens, heretics, mutants - and worse.
To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruellest and most bloody regime imaginable. This is the tale of those times. It is a universe you can live in today - if you dare - for this is a dark and terrible era where you will find little comfort or hope. If you want to take part in the adventure then prepare yourself now. Forget the power of technology, science and common humanity. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.
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When it comes to Imperial Tithe collecting, the out-of-the-way backwater worlds are often disregarded completely or merely visited once a century. Since most of these planets lack even an Arbiter outpost the Adeptus often hire small, well-trained squads of mercenaries to oversee the loading of the payment into the spaceships. It’s an easy and relatively safe job that pays well. Our story begins in the retrofitted Cobra-class destroyer, Divine Right, floating in orbit over Keria III, a ruddy-brown dwarf planet that, from orbit, doesn’t even seem to support life.
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Rules are here. Knowledge of d20 Modern is required since the d20-40k rules are based off it.
Third level characters. Human or Ratling only please. 28 point, standard point buy. But don't worry about the crunch just yet, first I want to see your backgrounds. You have until October 6th, on that Friday I will choose the five players.
Players:
1)
2)
3)
4)
5)
Alternates:
1)
2)
And many, many thanks to Skrittiblak, Toptomcat, Ikkan and everyone else over at the Wizards COMmunity that helped make and test the d20-40k rules.
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I know there is a .pdf file with most/all of that info on it. I shall do some searching.
