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Introduction - Character Creation
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    • [X] This Commissar is one who has survived. Aids to the Colonel in your regiment whisper of a hard-fought battle on a planet of fire. Her regiment descending like a hammer onto the planet and breaking the enemy open like an egg only to have a trap be laid upon them. She survived along with a squad who was taken elsewhere. A Commissar who survived is good...but at the cost of her regiment? Is it the mark of a hero or the mark of a coward?
    [X] Cunning. A word to describe the actions of your Colonel to the letter. They are effective and like to ensure maximum damage on the enemy from what you've experienced. Multiple times you and yours have followed orders that seem nonsensical only to have things come together and have the enemy be wiped out.
    [X] Vitrian Dragoons.
    Vitrian Dragoons.

    You see the mark of the... Vitrian Dragoons. War is something you are proud to have taken part in. Your armours scale-like appearance letting you fade against the sandbags behind you. The reassuring weight reminding you of tales that the training elders would tell in the silent camps. The rain plinking off the ground reminding you of the nights spent trying to hide from your trainers as the reminiscent seniors told stories. You glance to your weapons once more, the sword and lasgun gleaming as it was freshly cleaned. Your Byhata close to your heart you smile at the rain.

    You can see the Commissar in the distance, no one approaching her as you remember the whispers of her survival spreading through the ranks. Adrehan continuing to watch you for a moment, his croaky voice interrupting your vigil.
    Adrehan

    "Commissars are there to ensure duty is done to the Emperor young'un. Their power makes it a lonely lot, but that power is there for a reason. Do not get involved." With those spoken words he turns to look out on the battlefield. His own armour a similar shade of black but with the glint of a golden left hand to indicate his status as a Blood Noble. Whilst not as important politically in your home world as other Regiments assume, you know Blood Nobility is not to be trifled. Still, you cannot help but glance at the lone figure.

    As you turn back to front, your eyes catch the slight movements at the edge of the swamp in front of you. The three hundred metres in front of you feeling small as you catch sight of the occasional foe. "We have guests." You say as you pick up your lasgun to look further into the dark. The night vision on your weapon activating with a click as you look through. You see...

    (The Foe Comes: 63)
    (The Filth You Face: 1d6: 2 = The Green Tide.)
    (Stealth Roll: 21 Interrupt: Cunning Colonel)
    Orks


    Roughly just over half your current squad's size. Considering these are Greenskins, probably a match. You see Adrehan nod, turning to the trench behind you and pulling on a hollow bell that swings. A rope attaching to another continuing down the trench. The quiet murmur of life snuffling out along the sides. You breath as you grip your las gun. Waiting, the soft squelches of mud indicating those who were resting coming back to the front. Admittedly the bells were a nice touch by the Colonel. Something they had happily informed it was taken from the Drookian Fenguard. A specialised stealth Regiment. Usually, shouting along the line would have been done but this, it allows the first attack to be yours. Everyone was most definitely happy about this.

    Adrehan aims his autocannon out of the corner of your eye, you can hear his aid quietly coming back to him. Ready to give ammunition or cover their lord. The quietness building in you as you sight an ugly tusk-filled face moaning at another. You feel another presence take its place to your right. A steady voice breathing out the command you all wished to hear.

    "Fire."

    (Combat | Hit First: 69 + Hit Hard (15) + Drookian Tactics (10): 94)

    The first volley goes out and Emperor bless does it fill your heart with pride. Every hit seems to land as eyes burst under the red lances of your guns. The spray of autocannons landing on the stronger foes that barely get the chance to look confused. After the first volley, only a couple of Orks stand. None of the leaders, just some of the cowardly small ones along with two of the Shootas. As you go to finish the foe, you feel a hand on your shoulder. Another command going out across the trench lines.

    "Hold." The hand lets go as it steps out of your hole. Keeping your eyes sighted on the Orks you glance at Adrehan. His shrug telling you that he has no idea either. Coming into view of your foxhole, the Commissar looking at the Xenos with disgust. Her voice raising to blare past the light rain. "You are barely worth the ammo wasted to be here Scum! Not even worth the air you stand in! Run you festering beasts! We hold these lands from any dangerous foe. You are not one of them!"

    (Persuasion | Taunting: 65 + Wanna Fight (10): 75)

    The Greenskins seem to grow angry their voices bellowing out as one takes a step forward. A crude knife in their grasp as they point it at the Commissar. A single shot from her bolt pistol makes the others scatter into the swamp. She nods at seemingly nothing. Returning to the trenches as you catch a glimpse of her.
    Commissar

    Her face is set into a deep frown. The scars spreading out from her eye only highlighting the glare. A slip of platinum blonde hair escaping out the right side of her cap. She passes the edges of the foxhole. She pauses to look out at her usual spot, seeing the rain has grown heavier. You cough knocking the ammunition crate near you as you wait. She glances at you, Adrehan and the aid before sitting down in silence.
    Your friend smiles at the awkwardness that permeates, his eyes looking at you to indicate annoyance. It drags on making you look over your weapon for a moment, cleaning it when the aid speaks.
    Botches

    His face is laden with a prominent scar across his nose, indicating a lost duel on your planet. His barely grown beard and hair complimenting his brown eyes that look a bit lost for the moment. A glint of gold on his ear lets you know that he still values wealth a bit as it is hidden in the confines of his coif. His need to not wear his helmet lost on you. His aged face betrayed by the young voice that comes out his mouth.

    "Why didn't we stick it to the Greenies? Woulda been a perfect opportunity, err, milord." He asks of your companion. His voice silky but snide that barely carries across your foxhole. Faint hints of his previous life's accents still in his voice. Adrehan turns to him.

    "I presume it is a plan of the Colonel my boy. Given his idea with the bell line? I'm inclined to see what happens." The boy turns to you, his eyes alight with curiosity but ignoring the looming Commissar in the corner.

    "What do you think? Seems a bit on the foolish side, eh?" You tilt your head considering the question. As you go to reply, the Commissar speaks for you.

    "Colonel Leuchtend wants to get as many Orks into this area. Killing all the damn Xenos does nothing but getting rid of the immediate issue. Getting a large enough portion of them into this trap? We may leave this planet sooner than expected." Her voice is steady and gruff as her eye stares into his soul. His eyes widening in reply, mouth opening to say something but stuck for anything.

    "Be mindful of Botches, it is his first battle so the intricacies are a bit much for him at the moment." You speak. The Commissar looks at you with both eyes, allowing you to see the faint wispy wall over her right eye. Her eyes examining your frame as you continue to clean your lasgun. She looks to your noble companion, awaiting something as they stare at each other

    (Perception | Awkward Conversations: 64 - Noblesse Oblige pour le sang (10) = 54)

    You realise that your noble companion is making a power play to get the Commissars name first before speaking his name. You swiftly realise, that is a bad plan."Adrehan is the Gentleman, my lady." She nods at that before looking at you expectantly.

    You are a....

    [ ] Male – Gender does not make much difference in your Regiment. Do your duty and you are worthy.
    [ ] Female – Gender does not make much difference in your Regiment. Do your duty and you are worthy.
    Background (Pick 1)

    [ ]Blood Noble: In other worlds Nobility comes with expectations of wealth, laziness and power. Your world? You are a Blood Noble. Either you or your family has earned noble claim through butchering foes or protecting the home world. You are afforded the best training you can get in order to do your duty along. In return the harder missions are tasked to the Blood Nobles. You lost out on comradery with the other soldiers at this expense however.

    (Blood Noble - You may be taken to complete harder missions by unknown individuals. Your duty is to the Imperium. Potential rewards.+5 to close combat rolls)

    [ ] Dragoon of Conflict: You are an Orphan. You have no blood relative claims, no family history to regale. That also means everything you have done is yours alone. You fought your way out of the orphanage into the training yards at a young age. Learning what you can from everyone. You embody your heritage. Hit hard and hit first.

    (Dragoon of Conflict - You are alone, anything you have or prestige you gain is yours alone. You have enlisted at a young age and it shows. +5 to personal Hit Hard. Hit Hard upgrades +15 personal ranged combat rolls. Regiment does not get your upgrade)

    [ ] The Honorable Turncoat: When you were young, you realised something was wrong with your family. You investigated, examining what had occurred and realised something horrific. They were in line with the enemy. You personally contacted the authorities until it went to the highest authority on your planet...And then the Inquisition got involved. Your family no longer live to your knowledge. Your noble claim is long gone.

    (The Honorable Turncoat- Betrayal to the Imperium is punishable by death. Your family knew this and did so anyway. You are the only one turn away. Reputation + Inquisitorial Interest)

    [ ] The Humble Soldier: You are not different from many families. You are proud of your history and upbringing. Your family are older soldiers that have retired after many long years of service. The only difference is they currently run the training facilities for your homeworlds Regiments. You have known many soldiers and know the price of war. You honour your family with service.

    (The Humble Soldier – You have a stable family, a good upbringing and the sense of honour drilled into you. May you serve the Emperor faithfully. +10 to ????? ????? Rolls.)

    So here is the new chapter, hope you guys are enjoying the way this is being done. If you are interested in why the rolls are being done on so many small things, its an introduction to the rolls to help you guys get settled in. Character sheets will be written up for Adrehan, The Commissar (She is named) and Botches (A reference that most will catch I think.) Equipment will be added to character sheets as well.
    Edit: Character sheets have been updated. Next update will happen during the week. Most likely Wednesday. Also informed by a friend that +20 this early is pretty op. Little nerf for the regiment and yourselves. Not to much but enough so I don't have throw buffed enemies every engagement.
     
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    • [X] Male – Gender does not make much difference in your Regiment. Do your duty and you are worthy.
    [X]Dragoon of Conflict
     
    [X] Male – Gender does not make much difference in your Regiment. Do your duty and you are worthy.
    [X]Dragoon of Conflict
     
    [X] Male – Gender does not make much difference in your Regiment. Do your duty and you are worthy.
    [X]Dragoon of Conflict
     
    [X] Male – Gender does not make much difference in your Regiment. Do your duty and you are worthy.
    [X]Dragoon of Conflict
     
    [X] Male – Gender does not make much difference in your Regiment. Do your duty and you are worthy.
    [X] Dragoon of Conflict:
     
    [X] Male – Gender does not make much difference in your Regiment. Do your duty and you are worthy.
    [X] The Humble Soldier
     
    [X] Male – Gender does not make much difference in your Regiment. Do your duty and you are worthy.
    [X]Blood Noble
     
    [X] Male – Gender does not make much difference in your Regiment. Do your duty and you are worthy.
    [X]Blood Noble
     
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