Well welcome to this Rpg. It will stay mostly freeform but pplease no God-Modding. Your soldiers in the 4.Meissner Regiment, from the County of Wissenland the most southern Part of the Empire. if you want to join please fill out this here:
Name:(Fitting to the Race Please)
Species:(In the Regiment are Dwarf Slayers, Ogres, Haflings and Humans)
Occupation:(Please use Witch-Hunters,Mages and Inquisitors sparingly its jsut a small unimportant Regiment not the personal Guard of Kaiser Franz)
Background Story:
I will play most of the important NPC's and Antagonists so please dont add new ones as i have already prepared a story. If You wish to participate as an antagonist apply here , we can surely work something out although you shouldn't expect a high life expectancy...
Players
Ahra
Name:Albrecht schwartzwald
Species:human
Occupation:Warrior priest of sigmar.
Background Story:born in an small town in the deep forests of the empire he barely died in an beastman raid that killed nearly everyone in the town as the garrison was overrun, he would have died toghether with his friends if not an travelling warrior priest had managed to find him and sensed his potential holy wrath and saved him.
Sneevil
Name:Stein Krugarmann
Species:Human
Occupation:Musketman
Background Story: Hailing from Wurzen in Ostland. Stein's father was a rat catcher. although his father's miserable income his family always had something on the table. Shortly after his mother died of a mysterious illness his father had gone missing in the sewers. One of his father's colleagues kept rambling about walking ratmen taking his father away deep inside the sewer system. Not believing any word of this clearly insane man's words he assumed that his father was killed by thugs. With nobody left and no income he decided to leave Wurzen behind and join the army.
Taricus
Name: Boris Sirien
Species: Halfling
Occupation: Cook/scout
Background Story: What, he joined the army. Nothing more at all.
Criptfiend
Name: Blacken Hand and Broken Toof
Species: Ogre and Gnoblar
Occupation: Maneater and Gnoblar Look out.
Blacken Hand Image: Blacken Hand is, like all Ogres, quite the sight. Standing at a relatively small nine feet and ten inches he was bullied slightly by the other Orges for his diminished size. Despite his height his muscles are finely toned and powerful. His left hand is covered in scars and lacerations, with several plates of metal he bolted on to ‘make it better faster’ and forgot to ever take off.
He wears a poorly fitted over coat sewn out of hundreds of hides, shirts, furs, and other less mentionable things and riddled with pockets, so many that he has no idea what are in them anymore (and secretly fears more then one of them.) On his head he wears a oriental style helmet that must have at one point been made for him because it actually fits. The left side of this helmet has been ripped out and the metal bent into hooks to hold things next to his head.
When he is excepting battle or when he wants to look particularly impressive he wears a rickety wooden tower that has a tiny detachable hut on the top strapped to his back that juts three feet above his head. When he feels the need to think he detaches the hut and crudely straps it to the left side of his head.
He caries a giant seven foot long great sword on his back, it is notched and rusted though many years of use. Around his impressive gut he wears his most praised possession, several bandoleers stitched together, packed full of black powder weapons of all shapes and sizes. From the smallest pistol made for a noble child to a gun that is better described as a small cannon, he loves each and every gun and collects them with a fervor unmatched in any of his other pursuits.
Broken Toof Image: Broken Toof the Gnoblar is a short scrawny thing, he loves clothing and collects as much as he can, so saying what is regular outfit is is difficult. The fact that he has so much clothing and yet can only wear child sizes is best not examined too deeply.
He wears around his waste a tiny bandoleer reminiscent of his master's. Although he is not allowed to carry nearly as many black powder as his boss he has found his own object to collect. Teeth. Around his hips a whole zoo of his most prized teeth hang, although his most precious tooth, half a broken Sabretusks SabreTusk hangs on a string around his neck.
Despite his ineptitude in many other endeavors he has found that he has a natural talent for tailoring, and he spends much of his time fixing or adding onto his and his masters clothing.
When he is not running errands for his master he can be found mainly in one of three places. He spends much time in the maze of pockets in his masters coat, fixing tears, adding new pockets, or sewing secret passage ways between them. He also is working on finding out what is in all the pockets, although his memory is too poor to remember it all at any one time he knows at least what most of them hold. At other times he spends in a pouch on his masters waist, there he reloads guns after battle and rests when not doing anything else. When his master is thinking he gets stuffed into the tiny reinforced hut where he can whisper to and converse with his master.
During battles his job is mostly to stay in the tiny tower on his masters back and call out what is going on on the battle field and give 'advice' on tactics. He also shoots small guns, throws rocks, and in other ways generally tries to be helpful in a battle. If they gets caught in battle and he does not have time to gain his perch he will hide in his masters pouch and pockets, reloading his masters favorite guns and stabbing with his spear if the opportunity arrives.
Taco
Name: Hapsus Son-of-none
Species: Ogre
Occupation: Hunter
Background Story: Hapsus was born a bastard and had to live fighting for every inch of life. With this sturggle he came to appericate life, and not want to eat it. He was outcasted for trying to stop a huge feeding frenzy. He now moves to work for his life, to fight as a warrior, or die as one. His crossbow is named Dagger-Fang, may it fall on his foes.
Adwarf
Name: Alek Richford
Species: Human
Occupation: Handgunner
Background STory: He was born an orphan, and lived on the streets all his life for many years he stole to survive. One day just a month afte rhim coming to mahood his city was attacked by orks, and a handgunner near him was killed he rushed up picked up the mans weapon, and stood his ground against the coming orks his courage inspired men to gether around him, and they fought the orks after many hours of brutal fighting almost out of ammo he charged the remaining orkish forces wiht his men, and scattered them. He was quickly recruited into the empire as a Handgunner Seargent.
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