-good God Emperor, 2 relevant posts in 2 days?-
So first thing's first, the day of the game. After seeing some comments, notably from the American/Canadian guys who want to join in, it seems Tuesday at 3pm your time is a little...difficult shall we say. Thus the plan is to have the game on a Sunday evening (GMT) which should make things easier for pretty much everyone. Please, if you're interested at playing at this time, give me a comment or send an email to email@example.com
We'll discuss your class ideas and the way this will work, it looks like it will involve Ventrillo, online dicerollers, Googledocs and an online whiteboard at the moment, but any suggestions will be greatly appreciated.
So with that in mind, here's a little something to wet your whistle so to speak and get you in the RP mood. Enjoy!
“To break your enemy of the plains is not victory. To attain victory you must wipe the enemy out to a man, destroy their cities burn their very land and remove them from memory and history. Only then will you claim victory for Him on Earth and the furtherance of the Imperium” Quote attributed to Lord Solar Macharius
Prelude – In the End
It's been a long time since I've felt like a whole man. Physically I am there, I have muscle, blood bone and flesh, but there has been something missing for a very long time. The cold night air pricking my skin like so many small needles that a spirit healer may use to relieve stress does nothing but enhance the feeling of foreboding at the things to come. Perhaps I have been lax in my time in His service, recording very little in the way of a log or tome of my life. Perhaps it is to be expected of one such as I, anonymity in life as in death, something I believe in very strongly. Yet perversely, for those such as I and my comrades, perhaps a life of anonymity is really what we deserve. We prosecute his most holy work and what do we receive in return. Death. Only Death. I suppose you could say that is true of all His servants, we all die in the end to keep his dream alive. No matter how much of a nightmare that has become.
His holy dream was once so pure. Imagine a great empire of humanity, claiming its rightful place as masters of the stars. Imagine a life without heresy, a life without xenos and a life without Chaos. Our Emperor would guide us into a new Golden Age, and there would be no poor, inhuman slums in the dreg, unders of the great hives. No gang lords preying in the sick and the poor for protection. No need for an Army that takes our men away from their loved ones. No need for His Inquisition to hold back the tide of decay that our beloved master never wished upon us.
The Imperium stinks. It reeks of corrupt perversion and deceit. It wreaks of putrid bureaucracy and inaction. It belches out poverty and instability. It wretches heresy and madness. There are only so many of us who can stop the tide of pestilence and madness before one plot to overthrow ten thousand years of Imperium comes to fruition and casts our galaxy to ruin. Throne, I expect to hear these things from a mad cleric of the Darkness or some aged Guard Vet who has seen too many battlefields and monstrosities in his time to have any faith left.
I have my faith, do not doubt that at least. My faith in the God Emperor is indestructible, it drives me on in pursuit of his enemies. Those who disbelieve and seek his annihilation must be stopped, it is why I do what I do. Purge, burn, kill. It is my life. This Imperium is not befitting of our Lord. Throne, if he could travel from the soil of Holy Terra and see his grand empire he would weep at what we have done without him. Bastard heresies of man. Each and every Administratum, complex. Each and every secret police force. Each and every stinking, corrupt subsector Governor. Each and every noble house and their spawn dabbling in warp things as a way to relieve their self brought melancholy. Each and every old man taking some unholy concoction of xeno berries to ease his painful hip. Each and every bastard trader who seeks his fortune in the Halo Stars. Each and every corrupted and impure son of Horus in this Imperium of Man!
And I alone can stop them.
They stopped me two decades ago, and they will not do it again.
I am Inquisitor Igance Hyrda and I will wipe this Imperium clean of the filth and corruption, no matter what the cost.
In the darkness, follow the light of Terra...