This is a roleplay i'v been bouncing around in my head for awhile, for those who don't know i'v been building a Slaaneshi Strike force called the 'Lash of Loesh' named after the ship of the same, the idea is to give a proper introduction and learn a bit about each other before the Eternal Crusade begins. Anyone can join, Sigvald isn't that picky about it, but Slaaneshi are the most likely to be attracted to the ship. Going off the Iron Warrior thread I suppose I should provide a character sheet....

Name: Sigvald the Signified.
Class: Chaos Sorcerer.
Rank: Current host Warleader.

Standard Loadout:
Customized Force Sword.
Copper infused Bolt Pistol.
Combat Knife.
Countless trinkets and knick knacks of varying levels of magical potency, if any at all.

Unique Wargear Attributes:
Master-Crafted Heresy Armor.
Force Sword was personally forged.
Stretched faces and skins often hang from hooked barbs worked onto his armor, occasionally bleeding despite long since being treated and removed.

Physical Description: Long silver hair, eyes with pupils so dilated that it seems like he has a pair of black holes in his skull, perfectly smooth skin save for the Mark of Slaanesh that has been ritually scarred into his cheek.

Notable Characteristics: Extremely loyal to Fulgrim and the Emperors Children, finds hatred itself to be a pleasurable experience and has been cultivating it towards the Imperium for quite a long time. Has a curious lack of any pleasure slaves and for the most part keeps his area of the ship off limits to only himself and confidants, a fanatical preacher in the most extreme of ways he is often completely wrapped up in his devotions to the Prince of Chaos. His moods are dramatic, violent, and mercurial, but over the last ten thousand years he's learned how to keep them in...relative...control.

Setting:
The 'welcoming party' Sigvald has hosted for the arrival on Arkhona takes place around a small dying star in the Kharon System, outside of it he has placed the gigantic form of the Battle Barge called the Lash of Loesh and invited anyone and everyone to attend with the stipulation that there is to be no infighting, lest anyone suffer ejection from the ship...probably via the nearest Air-Lock and into the star itself.

He has seated himself inside the primary dining hall from which dozens of slaves scurry to and fro setting down food and drink for Slaaneshi of all kinds, from the space marines of the Children of Torment, Violators, Angels of Ecstesy, Flawless Host, and of course the Emperors Children, alongside cult leaders a bit too far in over their head and almost equally dangerous pirate princes who have terrorized the galaxy for centuries.

Dueling arenas have been setup nearby with any other parts of the ship almost impossible to navigate due to some sort of plant like growth that has turned much of the ship into a daemonic forest, as such guides were(unwillingly) provided to the guests in order to help them find their way around without being swallowed up by the ships voracious appetites.




Roleplayers:

Vanilis(Active.)
Sigvald the Siginified(Active.)
Kheroth the Perfecter(Active.)
Nero the Flayed(Active.)
Aradax(Active.)

OOC: Well... Why no make non-EC related RP. I am more talking about... Can I just play non-Astartes? as fellow RPer I do not like the idea of having to make something that I will do in a later game, but if that's your restriction then so be it.

OOC: I'm mildly confused, a later game? This is set during the Eternal Crusade, or shortly before it.

OOC: I was referring to EC as the later game. I am basically RPing a char here that might change until EC is out. So I just was hoping that you would do a RP set around Arkhona, but not with the requirement of 'Play your EC char'. You wanna connect to the players, not their chars, so let em play what they want. (Because Slaaneshi Cultist so much more fun than Astartes )

OOC: Ah! Yes, no go ahead and go nuts. That's why I left it open so that you could, essentially, bring a character in from anywhere.

*cough* DEATHWATCH *cough* nah just messing ....

Or am I?

..... Read on to find out!

Notable Characteristics: Tends to lose himself in his work of sculpturing and creating, always attempting to make the perfect piece but no matter how much he or others like it, it is never good enough. War and other activities such as eating usually only get in the way, causing him to even during feasts not to participate in eating itself. Also eating ruins his figure, so if he ever should feel like eating too much he makes himself puke in order to keep his form. Slack is for the loyalist lapdogs of the corpse emperor. He seems to have interest in beautiful women, but in the end, only because they serve as inspiration for his works. The only one he treats with respect are Astartes, but only because they can kill him so easily. Interesting enough he has quite the knowledge on Xenos, especially Eldar, as he is fascinated why Slaanesh in particular hunts them. Is it perhaps because their souls make Slaanesh more perfect? Then why would Humans receive his gifts though? Intrigued by these facts, he always attempts to learn more about their culture and relation to Slaanesh.

Physical Description: Short blonde-gold dyed hair, dark blue eyes, smooth skin and a flawless face.

Unique Wargear Attributes:
Master-Tailored Robes
Las Pistol belonged to a Lord-Governor once, was personally forged for him.
Gold decorates the shoulders of his robes, also the marks of Slaanesh on his robes are re-presented in gold, the robe itself is in a dark purple with navy blue accents.

Standard Loadout:
Mason Equipment
Master Crafted Las Pistol
Clay & Rocks
Exquisite Robes (100% Silk!)

Rank: Master
Class: Cultist-Artisan
Name: Vanilus

OOC: Oooooh, yes that does sound pretty interesting. Like I said, Sigvald is in the dining hall so if you want to honor us by doing the first post, feel free to make as much of an entrance as you want to.

Name: Kheroth the Perfecter
Class: Chaos Lord
Rank: Leader of his own warband, but pledging himself and his men to the Lash of Loesh

Standard Loadout:
Power Greatsword Na'ash
Daemonic Flamer
Copper Trimmed Bolt Pistol
Copper Combat Knife

Unique Wargear Attributes:
Mk IV armor has been twisted by the warp, his helm was personally forged into the form of a golden skull, and both of his gauntlets and vambraces are gold.
Greatsword was once the force sword of a Thousand Sons Sorcerer Lord, but Kheroth believed it was such a beautiful weapon that he slayed the sorcerer and took it for himself.

Physical Description:
Short, dark brown hair. Devilishly handsome face, as with most of Fulgrim's sons, despite 10,000 years of living in the Screaming Vortex.
Violet eyes, as is also common amongst the Emperor's Children.

Notable Characteristics:
Like most Slaaneshi champions, Kheroth is obsessed with perfecting his combat skills with his blade Na'ash. He is not as 'twisted' as his other brethren, but is always happy to indulge in any pleasure if the opportunity arises. However, focus and perfection are first and foremost for Kheroth.
He curses his former legion for what they have become, because he believes that the Emperor's Children should concentrate solely on the Long War. As a result, he has come to Arkhona wearing the obsidian armor of the Black Legion, a legion he believes is truly dedicated to the fall of the Imperium.
It is Kheroth's goal to purge the galaxy of all he deems weak, in a twisted attempt to create a more perfect universe in which only the strong may survive. If Abaddon and his Black Legion succeed at Arkhona, then the galaxy may be one step closer to perfection.

[disclaimer: despite my avatar, and despite stating that Kheroth is devilishly handsome, Kheroth is not Jeff Goldblum, as mush as i want him to be.]

Kheroth enters the dining hall in full battle-plate with Na'ash slung across his back. Slaves come to relieve him of his wargear. He removes his gold-skull helm and gives it to one slave. It takes two slaves to carry away his massive blade.
He carries with him a leather bag that reeks of genetically rich blood.

As he walks towards Sigvald he silently curses the mortal humans aboard the ship.

"Sigvald, old friend! This is quite the gathering."

He sits down and and places the leather bag on the table in front of him. A slave comes and brings him a goblet of wine.

"Ah, i haven't tasted real food or drink in months. This banquet is more of a reward than any god could provide.
It excites me, thinking of going to war on such a massive scale once again. It's been too long since i have fought beside anyone other than my own warband.
I'm sure much has happened since last we met. What has the Lash been up to in my absence?"

OOC: If a Force sword is used by a non-psyker, it is a regular power sword. Force > Power. (just saying ^^)

Vanilus entered the dining hall, having finished a sculpture of his and his stomach now complaining to have certain intake. So he would follow order just not to die... But he would restrain himself from loosing himself in the food.

He saw across the hall a Warband Leader conversing with his own Master. Though he cared only little for them, the sword on the other hand, was a more interesting piece. Greatswords were rare and fooled only those who thought that size truly mattered. Though as artist, he knew that it wasn't size, it was meaning and the final piece something becomes. What good is a weapon that never kills? What good is a soldier that never fights? What good is a brush that never paints? One can have it all, yet have nothing.

Creations must be used, or else they were a waste of time, resources and skill. And any creation that is not worth a certain standard belongs destroyed. He thrives perfection, without it, nothing has meaning. No desire, means no drive, which means no motivation. And without it you are just rotting like the followers of Nurgle, or become frustrated to roar in anger like the Khornates, or simply pray for change to Tzeentch. In the end, thriving for perfection was always there - what Tzeentch did not like. It was not anger or displease of not achieving it, it was pleasure of seeking and following it - what Khorne did not like. And certainly there was no despair or hope, but rather pure excitement - which Nurgle did not like.

No gods had to offer him anything but Slaanesh. To make pieces of art into all eternity. Ah! He remembered... He did not came for food.... He stood up, having not even eaten or drank anything and moved over to his master. Wordless he grabbed a statue from within his robe. A perfect miniature of the Chaos Lord, in his hand a miniature-planet version of Arkhona. With his enhanced eyesight the Astartes would see the details of the world. The terrain, the cities, every single mark on the Astartes armor, weapons, inscriptions. Even the base itself bore heroic inscriptions. The colors were so well chosen it was like looking into a mirror. Vanilus offered the statuette in his hands, his head lowered to pay his respects to the leader.