Warhammer 40,000 [The Rogue Trader]

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Warhammer, The Rogue Trader

"It is the 41st Millennium. For more than a hundred centuries the Emperor of Mankind has sat immobile on the Golden Throne of Earth. He is the master of mankind by the will of the gods and master of a million worlds by the might of his inexhaustible armies. He is a rotting carcass writhing invisibly with power from the Dark Age of Technology. He is the Carrion Lord of the vast Imperium of Man for whom a thousand souls are sacrificed every day so that he may never truly die.Yet even in his deathless state, the Emperor continues his eternal vigilance. Mighty battlefleets cross the daemon-infested miasma of the Warp, the only route between distant stars, their way lit by the Astronomican, the psychic manifestation of the Emperor's will. Vast armies give battle in His name on uncounted worlds. Greatest amongst his soldiers are the Adeptus Astartes, the Space Marines, bio-engineered super-warriors. Their comrades in arms are legion: the Imperial Guard and countless planetary defence forces, the ever-vigilant Inquisition and the tech-priests of the Adeptus Mechanicus to name only a few. But for all their multitudes, they are barely enough to hold off the ever-present threat to humanity from aliens, heretics, mutants -- and far, far worse. To be a man in such times is to be one amongst untold billions. It is to live in the cruelest and most bloody regime imaginable. These are the tales of those times. Forget the power of technology and science, for so much has been forgotten, never to be relearned. Forget the promise of progress and understanding, for in the grim dark future there is only war. There is no peace amongst the stars, only an eternity of carnage and slaughter, and the laughter of thirsting gods.

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Welcome, this story will be about a Rogue Trader on the fringes of the Imperium's Borders. The Rogue Trader is carrying a ship full of weapons, technology, and who knows what else to a Tau Colony. But, nothing ever goes according to plan. The Gellar Field has failed and the ship is being flooded with Daemon abominations. The Tau, not wanting to lose precious cargo send troops to retrieve the ship and their cargo, while also defeating the Daemon's and pushing them back. The Imperial Guard are on their way to wipe out the Tau Colony and come into the battle as well, and who knows. Orks may jump in as well, but no Space Marines answer the call because of Warp Drive issues at the moment.

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So the beginning needs to be worked on a bit, but there will be several factions that are within this RP. The Factions will include

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Rogue Traders Crew
Imperial Guard
Tau
Orks
Daemons are strictly NPC
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Alright, this will be brushed up and a lot more polished on the plot if just the basics get enough interest as I still have to make the plot, what will happen, etc. I'm purposely trying to avoid having Chaos Space Marines and Space Marines within this. The Inquisition might join because of the Daemons and Orks, but I'm not sure on that yet.

@Windsong will be helping me GM this because this was originally his plot and if you have any questions. I'm sure we could answer if you want to go more indepth.
 
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