Lyuin

I pray the magic-plugin in 4.0 is carefully distributed. I fear a case of entire guardforces, clans, bandit groups being able to call PVP then start chucking tier 5 fire spells despite that RPly, they haven't been schooled. (Still, if it is well distributed and this thing I just described doesn't happen...things will be ok..probably.) I seriously don't want to have to chuckle at the irony of a wizened magician being immolated by bandit Jimmy who was given the magic plugin due to poor distribution. :'D

I say we go back the old way, PVP if you can't agree. RP if you can. Also no mid-changing. When the first strike or PVP call is made. Combat begins.

Hmm...I'll give it a shot but I fear cases of people engaging PVP for situations that purely suit them. For instance, if five powerful mages prepare to blast a guy with a fireball and the guy realizing he'll lose by the laws of RP logic, calls PVP default. Thus preventing the magicians from having access to their powers...(not to mention now it's potentially a fight between 5 players with wooden hoes as staves, no armor and less good computers vs a good pvper, with good equipment and a top notch computer.) I don't know, I'm happy to give it a shot. I just fear this is potentially allowing the exploitation of undesirable scenarios by the call of PVP default and the sprint-jump. Time will tell, hopefully stuff like this shan't happen too often :/ Also couldn't they negate sneak-attackers and magicians from using those advantages by simply commencing pvp and turning to face their would be backstabber?

Shadow Captain Tacita Darkion, sat in the darkness of the command-deck's throne. The black orbs of his eyes had adjusted to darkness almost instantaneously. The only light on the deck lit up the faces of the various serf in an emerald hue as plasma-fire from the murder-class vessel washed over or past the ship. Even the officers seemed somewhat relaxed, several of them had retired to their chambers and were replaced by others. The commanding officer had demanded to remain on-deck and Tacita had gladly allowed him to. He felt the ship tilt slightly, the rumble of it's maneuvering thrusters correcting it's course so the plasma-fire would wash past them. It had been almost eight hours now since they Night Lords had begun weaving an intricate firing blanket. A common and predictable tactic, however the pattern was not one Tacita had encountered in any Imperial Navy maneuver books or had seen on the field of battle. As the blind-fire from the Murder-class vessel blanketed the cold void of space, the Shadow Captain had duly memorized them in complete silence and accordingly mumbled correction courses to avoid the fire. There had been almost several mishaps involving loose plating from the strike-vessel that had collided with the vessel. Fortunately the navigational shields had protected them from any damage to the hull. He glanced to the serf known as Icarus, watching him silently for a moment before asking "How close?" The serf continued to work for a moment before he curtly turned realizing the question was directed at him. Icarus replied in a clipped tone "Almost too close m'lord. If we are going to act, I believe now is the time." Tacita gave a subtle nod before sitting upright in his chair and watching the bottom of the Night-lord ship get ever closer. By now the constant stream of fire was a waste, even if the traitor legion were guarding a window of escape that would allow them to warp-jump. The real problem presented was that eventually the reflex shields would become ineffective when too close to the ship and at this range they'd be torn to shreds. If the night-lords had given Tacita ten minutes to plan this, his scheme might have worked but the traitor-legion had been firing blindly at them for eight-solid hours and with eight-solid hours of silence, Tacita's plan had been assessed twenty-three times over. The idea first sparked in the fourth hour of their movement towards the enemy. The idea wasn't his but a gift from the Primarch. Following the infamous 'Drop-site massacre' the Raven Guard had to escape enemy forces. It was oft told in previous data-logs passed down in paper and data that the cruiser opened a tear in warp-space in the proximity of a traitor-legion's ship. Tacita felt the same idea could be replicated here. His mind snapped back to the cold-iron command chair, nothing comfortable about it. Command shouldn't comfortable anyway he thought. As the ship grew closer to the Murder vessel, it was Tacita who spoke. "Power up the warp-drives, I'd say we're well in range for a safe jump to that mining world now." The serf officer managed a wolfish grin and relayed the command. ---------------------------------------------- Night Lord vessel. The commander of the vessel sat in his command seat. The hunt of the unsuspecting Astartes forces had grown quickly stale. Yet Viros'kursian refused to let his pray go, soon the batteries would catch the rat of a vessel in it's blanket and the quarry would be his. He glanced around the dimly lit deck, watching corrupted servitors do his bidding. He bellowed at one. "Increase the fire-rate, I want the scu--" He was interrupted by a single blaring warning siren. For a moment everything remained silent, the servitor croaked "Warp-spike detected." Viros bellowed his anger at the servitor, what on Terra could be making a jump in such a proximity?! Such a mis-calculation was incompetent and proof of the warpsmith's idiocy. Ironically, the signature picked up by the servitor wasn't a fault in any scanning equipment or even the thing's programming. The various algorithms and sensors were in fact correct but by then, as the Raven Guard vessel came into view, it was too late. Viros' commands were drowned out as warp-space was torn open to make way for the Raven Guard strike cruiser that plummeted into it. As the servitor announced they too, had been caught in the tear and was awaiting command to raise Geller fields Viros' thoughts were invaded by a single-thought. Against the black of the void and the spectrum of chaotic colour, the Raven Guard strike cruiser was a shadow. One of vengeance and hate. Now the traitors who had turned on their brother 10 millennial ago, would burn in the warp for their betrayal. With that the Night lord murder vessel was swallowed by the warp. It's inhabitants torn apart or worse eviscerated by daemons who cared naught for the fact the legion fought for Chaos or that they had forgot to raise the Geller fields.

Despite the sudden port-strike, Tacita had stood his ground. Around him serfs lay some wounded, one had dashed his brains against one of his plasteel walls. Eyes snapping to the officer he quickly responded "Get the reflex-shields at full strength, port side. Might throw their targeting off for a moment." The officer was bloodied but a tough man, a good choice Tacita thought. The fire from the traitor vessel made Tacita curse. How in the Emperor's name did they not see the warp spike...? Tacita's wandering mind was interrupted by the fizzing of plasma-rounds passing the ship.. He heard an officer yell "I don't care if the gunner is wounded, I don't care that the belt feeder is jammed...fix the damned thing!" Absolute chaos, a moment of silence...then this. Tacita needed to think quickly, the Raven Guard wouldn't win a war of attrition against a Night Lord vessel. Not with the first strike having been made. He nodded to the officer. "Turn the ship to the port side and get ready to redirect void shields to the front, I'm improvising." The officer looks confused for a moment. Before going palid and bellowing orders. Sluggishly the strike-cruiser began the turn towards the enemy ship. The reflex shield was of the Mechanius on Kiavahr design. Despite offering no real protection, it was able to displace projectiles and energy weapons through gravatic manipulation. Even more useful was it's ability to mask it's various signatures to scanning and targetting equipment. Even with it's drawback, it's ability to displace light energy kept it hidden from the eye. Tacita relayed orders to the lower decks, requesting the strongest men load roughly a third of the munitions into six of the eighteen assault pods. He had a team of engineers sent to rig a timed explosive to when the pod had made impact and opened. The Night lords would expect an assault especially when in a scenario like this. Tacita planned to do more than disappoint them. He glanced to the officer as the ship came round to face the Night Lord vessel. "Lower bow 25 degrees downwards and lower all non-essential systems. Wait for my next command." With that he took a seat in a command throne. Life support was reduced to the minimum required for Humans and excess some energies were being redirected to the warpdrive. The artificial gravity was reduced to a quart. All weapons powered down, cutting the cruiser's energy low enough to maintain the stealthed state whilst scrambling enemy communications. Calculations for a jump blazing through his mind, he saw the ship tilt, he yelled orders for the captain...it would take a quarter of a day but if the enemy vessel stayed roughly in the same position, it would allow them to escape all risk of being caught in a blind-fire blanket. To even combat being caught in the blanket, he'd memorize each pattern of fire as they came and coordinate the vessel accordingly. Now it was just a matter of holding ones nerve and being patient. (Note:Reflex shields are used by the Avenger in Deliverence lost and are used exclusively by the Raven Guard's vessels.)

When the news reached Tacita Darkion of the movements of the Guardsmen forces on Crows World, the Shadow Captain ordered the scouts removed from the Planet's surface. Within a few days a Thunderhawk gunship had successfully extracted the team to the 6th company Strike cruiser 'Vengeful shadow.' Now on the dimly lit bridge, serfs and officer stood at their stations. Tacita was one who didn't go looking for trouble very often but as one of his sergeants liked to put it: there was nothing like a healthy bit of recon. The last thing the Raven Guard wanted was to be surprised. Tacita smirked at that, the very idea of such a thing was ironic but possible. He paused for a moment, continuing to watch the various officers prepare to vessel for travel before he turned to a member of his honor guard. He gazed at his fellow battle-brother for a moment before he asked. "Alria, have you prepared our brothers...told them what is to happen?" Alria stood silent for a moment before a broad grin split on his features and in a booming tone he replied. "Indeed, believe it or not they've got quite used to you not giving the charismatic speeches..." His tone dripped with mirth, a quality even years of brutal warfare hadn't worn away. Jokes were oft made about Alria having been drafted to the wrong chapter, that he should fit in well with the Space Wolves due to his love for drink and his nature. Even the sons of Fenris themselves had admitted it during the celebrations after the 'Red harvest of Malus' several decades ago. That aside the man was a fine warrior. He had bested perhaps every brother in the company, though a duel between them was yet to be seen...Tactica's thoughts were interrupted by the figure approaching him. His eyes snapped towards the man in black overalls and he made a quiet note that the officer was balding, the man's slight twitching was most likely excitement. The officer waited for a moment before announcing "Ready to jump sir...confirmation of action?" Tactica replied curtly. "We head to Larsa. Then the mining world Kyro...if matters are peaceful." Though naturally they rarely were.

Raven Guard 6th Company. =Raven's Sight Scout Squad= During the following days, Scout squad 'Raven's sight' made their way north, albeit slowly. The recon force chose to follow the tracks made by the various tracks and noise created by the mighty war-machines of the Imperial Guard. Sergeant Vilatian, duly noted their movements as they followed, painstakingly memorizing their marching patterns as to prevent detection. Years within the chapter had taught him the very foundation of a successful execution of enemy forces. The best way to surprise the enemy was to make sure your ally was surprised to see you too. Men would often fail to conceal their confidence at a pending outflank or pincer movement especially from the Angel's of death. He paused a moment, duly identifying one of the rumbling vehicles in the distance, barely detectable by even his hearing. Glancing to one of the scouts he gave a simple nod. "Heading north, tell the Captain" he uttered. The scout nodded back and went to work. With that the scout's fell back, their next actions to be determined.

The ominous silence on the communication decks of the rather empty Strike Vessel was only broken by the occasional hiss of static, the muttering of serfs and idle chatter of vox frequencies. Standing in the middle of it was a large figure, clad in a shell of midnight black armour. Every so often the dull pulsing of a single light on a dashboard would illuminate the contrasting palid skin of his face. He remained silent, simply watching the going-ons of those on the decks. The serfs now paid him no heed, he liked that...silence was a rarity in these times but he knew it wouldn't last much longer. It was at that moment, a serf turned to him simply asking "M'lord?" Shadow Captain Tacita Darkion approached the serf of interest, his features failing to conceal his fragment of interest at the news he was to receive. The serf handed him a data-slate, partially due to the difficulties with long ranged vox-communications and also due to it's potiential decryption. The black orbs that were Tacita's eyes scanned the data-slate, it's mechanical display casting a light on his pauldrons and face. ++Receiving Encrypted Frequency Vox-net++ ++Auth epsilon four-six-two++ ++Imperial forces holding against the enemy at Ridge 44, doubt we've been spotted. Permission to engage requested.++ Tacita narrowed his eyes at the last utterance, he suppressed his annoyance at the brash nature of the Scout-sergeant. He paused for a moment, before he curtly pushed the data-slate back into the serf's arms. He pivoted on the spot and stalked back towards the shadows, his rasp breaking above the vox-chatter like ceramite scraping the surface of plasteel. "No, they shall withdraw...tell the sergeant the soldier's have it under control." With that he left the communication bridge, deciding to wait until a better time to reveal themselves. After all, it was the chapter's way.

((Ain't nothing gonna keep Daniel down!))

Forum Name: Huwel Desired Race: Imperium Warband/Chapter/Regiment/Order etc: Raven Guard 6th Company. Desired Army Size: 30 Adeptus Astartes, 1 combat capable aircraft, 1 mobile artillery. Desired Units by Squad: -Tactical Squad 'Longtalon.'- 10 -Assault Squad 'Night feather.'- 9 -Scout Sniper Squad 'Raven's sight.' - 5 -Assault Squad 'Raven's beak.' - 5 =================== -Thunderfire cannon with Tech-Marine gunner. =================== Thunderhawk Gunship- Deliverance's fury Commander Name: Tacita Darkion Commander Rank: Shadow Captain Do they have an Honor Guard?: Yes What does the Honor Guard consist of?: Two Vanguard Veterans. Any special abilities? (Psyker, or replaced limbs etc): -The Raven Guard are known to use advanced cooling systems and noise reduction systems to lower the chance of detection whilst moving in Power Armour. (Referenced in the Hunt for Voldorius.) ​- 'Wraith slipping.' A collection of disciplines and techniques the Raven Guard use to conceal their visual and aural presence.

Can't speak for all of us but from what I've seen. Our priests haven't been going around killing... The most I've seen done is Lenia, leg it from a Lucien and ring the belltower. I think that's a decent solution.

So what happens if a priest healer accidentally killed someone or panicked and pulled the trigger on a crossbow when their lives were endangered? They'd still be judged guilty of murder for human emotions? I can see your thoughts. Does seem a bit odd to me why a healer would want to murder but perhaps there could be a healer's code. 'Do no harm' and the like? Still I half doubt Tahariae would be like: "You killed an evil cultist you damned healer! YOU HAD ONE JOB! ONE FLIPPING JOB!" Dunno I think it goes against many healer character's logic to murder...

Sorry I've probably entirely missed this from the magic plugin videos but I'm confused on how magic tomes and the such shall be given out in 4.0...I don't want it to end up being every guardsman in 4.0 having fire evocation because it enhances his pvp ability. So my question is: How will magic be controlled in 4.0?

Turk go sing about guy-love.

Character Name: Isaac Kamura Nicknames: N/A Age: Thirty seven Gender: Male Race: Mali Status: Alive Description: His body frame is somewhat slim but toned and strong from wearing armour and weaponry practice. His face is rather angular but subtly round in places. His eyes are a forest-green colour and appear alert most of the time. His skin is fair and a set of well-cut red hair is swept back preventing any locks irritating him in a fight. Height: 5'10" Weight: 196lb Eyes: Forest-green Hair: Red Skin: Fair Markings/Tattoos: None aside from several small scars stationed around his body. Health: Remarkable. He is in his youth. Personality: Quirky yet not exactly charismatic. He takes a fairly light-hearted approach to many situations but when concerned is not afraid to get his 'war face' on. Life Style Alignment*: True Neutral Deity: Alliance/Nation/Home: Job/Class: Former nobility Title(s): Profession(s): Special Skill(s): Highly perceptive, able to play a violin. Flaw(s): Naive, childish at times, emotionally conflicted, fears rational things, somewhat expectant. Struggles to communicate with others as well as show empathy. Magic: Current Status: Arch-type: Sub-Type: Rank: Weakness(es): Strength(s): Current Spell(s): Weaponry Fighting Style: Offensive, Chivalrous. Trained Weapon[s]: Longsword, Pollaxe, Sabre, Broadsword Favored Weapon: Broadsword Archery: Self-taught winch crossbow use but doesn't carry it on him. Biography: Isaac Baelish was born a cousin of House Baelish to a Celestia Whitewater. Least that's the name she chose to go by. He saw very little of his father at a young age who would often return from long durations abroad, only to disappear a couple of days later. Despite his father's short visits and unfriendly nature his mother still spoke of him with praise. Isaac grew up with this, choosing to delve into the arts of music and intellectual pursuits as his mother wanted him too. Yet being his father's son, he soon sought to find his own way and thus left home to study engineering somewhere far from his home. At the age of 15, he took up residence with his Baelish cousins and thus took the name for his own. Eventually the Baelish were married into the Kamura house and thus he did the same. Extended Family: Baelish, Kamura. Artwork:

Perhaps we should decrease the jump height of horses but increase their spawn rates? Then military groups can use horses to a greater extent. I.E: Patrolling on horseback, jousting, use in wars to make outflanks or to close with enemy missile troups. ...I mean...that'd solve the super horsey problem and make it less desirable to have a horse thus lowering the chances of them being spawned?

Ehm, the same way we have loads of master swordsman characters. We get a kick out of a fight. Still I'd like to perhaps lessen our wars.

That I agree with. Child characters should require a guardian until they reach a certain age. I mean in many situations I have found young children characters to be an annoyance. Simply trying to pull cheap pranks or pulling the same 'poor me' trick again. Which is true of children up to a point not to mention it's still RP but it feels kind of like a bunch of RP filler. However this said, my character has a niece and it does add a strong element of family as in the past I'd have to care for the kid whilst the Dad is out leading to many amusing things. So it's very two way...

((Good luck out there, didn't really know you OOCLY but your RP was good from what I saw of it so it's a shame to see a veteran player leave.))

This seems overpowered to me simply due to the fact it's displayed as being able to burn through iron with ease. Though I suspect it could do that to some extent the idea it could burn off a Dread-knight's gauntlet seems a tad...powerful.

"Hmm wait so are you saying that if a character struck you in RP with a sword or attempted to as soon as you respond...it officially resorts to RP?"

-Close this please. Through trial and error I realised it was due to my personal keybindings :)

Ok folks, so you may already be thinking: follow the instructions given by the npc at the CT but even when I shift +right click with any item in my hand, nothing seems to happen. Do I need to do a command or something to sell items with auctioneers or perhaps something else? Sorry this is a foolish question xD but alas I'm a fool.

Hugh begins making his way below-deck deciding to get his bandages checked over. A flesh wound wouldn't kill but letting such a thing get infected would, not to mention the smell would be repugnant. He could still smell the copper tang of dried blood which now caked the edge of a wound that had be made on his thigh. He pushed through several sailors, a face or two he knew were alien to him but he dismissed the faces knowing too well he had not seen every sailor on the ship. ​Within the hour he received a small vial of boiled wine for the wounds as well as a length of bandages to be used at his will. He went above deck still limping, several bandages wrapped tight around multiple areas of his body, a small scar on his brow had scabbed over and it ached every-time he furrowed his eyebrows. Slowly he made his way to Jonathan and another man (Rickard) he spoke aloud. "Well fought back there...I didn't really have much time to look but you looked like you were giving them a tour around the seven hells." He chuckles before sighing, watching them.

Hugh begins limping towards the lower deck, covered in many flesh wounds but his chainmail held strong. The fighting was bloody but he escaped lucky and with his limbs at that. He watched as a sailor was carried below deck screaming in agony, several patches of red on his clothes. Sighing, he decided to limp back to Jonathan it was probably a good idea to report in he hadn't been killed yet.