The ball of dirt slowly orbiting around a set of binary stars was known to Imperial records as Microze V. One of the stars, a dying white dwarf, known as Microze, was on death's doorstep, feeding off it's energy into the growing red giant it continually danced with. Soon Microze would fail utterly and turn into a black dwarf, no longer giving life breeding heat to its orbiting worlds. Fortunately, at least according to Imperial scientists, the red giant Nitinus would continue on for centuries more. But that's not where our story takes us. No. It is upon the ball of dirt known as Microze V that we focus our attention. For here there was a wide range of climates spread across its vast globe from the arctic tundras at it's ice caps to the dense deadly jungles along its meridians to the cast swaths of barren deserts. Now why is our focus brought to this world? Once it had been a thriving world home to some of humanity's lost children, brought back into the folds of the Imperium during the Great Crusade. Now, however, all that remains is lifeless husks of cities and the wildlife that call Microze V home. Some say there are still tribes of humans that make small secluded sections of this world their home, staying far away from the ever watchful eyes of the Imperium.
But how did Microze V become the world it is now? The Grim Reaper's Angels had brought this world into the Imperium's fold many centuries ago, most of the native population taking to the advances in technology and teachings they brought with them. The world prospered on its own accord, building cities and shrines to the Emperor and Sanguinius. Only when it was discovered that there were vast wells of a compound that could be used to generate promethium fuel with over one thousand times the energetic potential of standard grade promethium that the world began to change. This new viscous compound became known as Microzial after the world it was found upon and immense setups were established to suck the planet dry of this precious compound. The potential of this compound to create new more powerful weapons or enhance the effectiveness of existing weapons seemed endless. As such, it was only right that the Imperium of Man was allowed use of such a resource. Though that would certainly not prevent the prying eyes of other races from trying to seize such a resource. After decades of potent industry the hab centers of the world dwindled to barely being existent, the habitants either having moved off world or died from the toxic local air. As such, the only population still on Microze V was located in small centralized centers around these vast industrial complexes that sucked the Microzial from the planet's crust.
While the wildlife of Microze V had been gentle at one point, it seemed that certain chemical pollutants that resulted from the extraction of Microzial turned the few remaining jungles into death traps of vicious predators whether they were plant, animal or otherwise. This being the case, only the very well equipped ever ventured into the jungles and only for reasons beknownst to them. Some rumor that this is where some of the native tribes of humans that rejected the Grim Reaper's Angels fled to when the light of the Emperor had spread to this world. If that is the case, then one can only speculate what changes they have undergone.
As time ticked on, operations continued along smoothly. The Microzial flowed freely and there was no unease or rebellions that occurred on this planet. But the fundamental truth of this dark millennium began to emerge....that there is only war!
The story will start with a distress signal being picked up by the Grim Reaper's Angels flagship Death's Scythe. I will be playing my custom character Zeros who's information can be found here http://www.heresy-online.net/forums/showthread.php?t=80087
Take a look there if you want an idea of what kind of things I'd like to see in your description for your character or follow the minimum guide below.
Name
Race
Origin
Wargear
Descriptive background
Why they're at Microze V
My custom character also heads my custom army Grim Reaper's Angels which have some information about them here http://www.heresy-online.net/forums/showthread.php?t=80034
As for what I would like to see in the action thread:
No Godmodding This one should be obvious but when I see a single ork decimating an army of space marines my interest drops like a rock. Yes, my character seems powerful but he also commands a host of space marines and has been alive for ages. This doesn't mean he's invincible. He has his weaknesses and in the story I write him to make the flow of the story conceivable. Example, if he gets hit by a powerfist, his armor will save him, become dented and he's thrown off balance not "He laughs as his armor turns aside the mighty blow, paint still pristine, and stabs the marine sarge in the face causing his head to explode."
Paragraph minimum for posts Take the time to write something descriptive. You're weaving a story where your imagination is really your only limit so why not take advantage of that? You can spice up a sentence as mundane as "The marine hopped on his bike and drove north" to something like "The stalwart marine, sensing his brothers needed aid further north stradled the beast of a machine that was his war bike, thumbing the throttle runes on the handlebars, rear tire chewing into the stubborn earth before propelling him onward." See, not so hard and if I can do it so can you. Adjectives are your friends
Lastly
Keep the story semi-realistic This means that I would not expect the mighty blood god Khorne to rip open real space to use this planet as a toilet. Would chaos try to create rifts for daemons? of course. Would I expect orks to damn near try to kill anything? For certain. What I guess I'm trying to get at here is that I'd like this thread to be more of an action filled story with twists are turns certainly but not filled with things that seem far fetched even for the forty-first millenia.
So, with my hands cramping at the moment and all that said I am opening this up and hope to get some good posts here. For now it's open to all races and all types and all commands whether it ranges from a mighty captain to a lowly gretchin. PM me if you have any questions or concerns!
But how did Microze V become the world it is now? The Grim Reaper's Angels had brought this world into the Imperium's fold many centuries ago, most of the native population taking to the advances in technology and teachings they brought with them. The world prospered on its own accord, building cities and shrines to the Emperor and Sanguinius. Only when it was discovered that there were vast wells of a compound that could be used to generate promethium fuel with over one thousand times the energetic potential of standard grade promethium that the world began to change. This new viscous compound became known as Microzial after the world it was found upon and immense setups were established to suck the planet dry of this precious compound. The potential of this compound to create new more powerful weapons or enhance the effectiveness of existing weapons seemed endless. As such, it was only right that the Imperium of Man was allowed use of such a resource. Though that would certainly not prevent the prying eyes of other races from trying to seize such a resource. After decades of potent industry the hab centers of the world dwindled to barely being existent, the habitants either having moved off world or died from the toxic local air. As such, the only population still on Microze V was located in small centralized centers around these vast industrial complexes that sucked the Microzial from the planet's crust.
While the wildlife of Microze V had been gentle at one point, it seemed that certain chemical pollutants that resulted from the extraction of Microzial turned the few remaining jungles into death traps of vicious predators whether they were plant, animal or otherwise. This being the case, only the very well equipped ever ventured into the jungles and only for reasons beknownst to them. Some rumor that this is where some of the native tribes of humans that rejected the Grim Reaper's Angels fled to when the light of the Emperor had spread to this world. If that is the case, then one can only speculate what changes they have undergone.
As time ticked on, operations continued along smoothly. The Microzial flowed freely and there was no unease or rebellions that occurred on this planet. But the fundamental truth of this dark millennium began to emerge....that there is only war!
The story will start with a distress signal being picked up by the Grim Reaper's Angels flagship Death's Scythe. I will be playing my custom character Zeros who's information can be found here http://www.heresy-online.net/forums/showthread.php?t=80087
Take a look there if you want an idea of what kind of things I'd like to see in your description for your character or follow the minimum guide below.
Name
Race
Origin
Wargear
Descriptive background
Why they're at Microze V
My custom character also heads my custom army Grim Reaper's Angels which have some information about them here http://www.heresy-online.net/forums/showthread.php?t=80034
As for what I would like to see in the action thread:
No Godmodding This one should be obvious but when I see a single ork decimating an army of space marines my interest drops like a rock. Yes, my character seems powerful but he also commands a host of space marines and has been alive for ages. This doesn't mean he's invincible. He has his weaknesses and in the story I write him to make the flow of the story conceivable. Example, if he gets hit by a powerfist, his armor will save him, become dented and he's thrown off balance not "He laughs as his armor turns aside the mighty blow, paint still pristine, and stabs the marine sarge in the face causing his head to explode."
Paragraph minimum for posts Take the time to write something descriptive. You're weaving a story where your imagination is really your only limit so why not take advantage of that? You can spice up a sentence as mundane as "The marine hopped on his bike and drove north" to something like "The stalwart marine, sensing his brothers needed aid further north stradled the beast of a machine that was his war bike, thumbing the throttle runes on the handlebars, rear tire chewing into the stubborn earth before propelling him onward." See, not so hard and if I can do it so can you. Adjectives are your friends
Lastly
Keep the story semi-realistic This means that I would not expect the mighty blood god Khorne to rip open real space to use this planet as a toilet. Would chaos try to create rifts for daemons? of course. Would I expect orks to damn near try to kill anything? For certain. What I guess I'm trying to get at here is that I'd like this thread to be more of an action filled story with twists are turns certainly but not filled with things that seem far fetched even for the forty-first millenia.
So, with my hands cramping at the moment and all that said I am opening this up and hope to get some good posts here. For now it's open to all races and all types and all commands whether it ranges from a mighty captain to a lowly gretchin. PM me if you have any questions or concerns!
