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The Lord Commissar's Will
The man who would become Lord Commissar Georgy Rokossovsky started off as but the orphaned son of a Vostroyan officer, who'd given his life for the Emperor and now the Imperium took care of his offspring. Now, he leads men and women. Guardsmen and Scion alike the Imperium over. With iron discipline and unwavering faith. Disloyalty will be punished and steel will be added to the spines of all soldiers of the Militarum, or he will die trying.
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Update
I am alive. Thank you for all the well wishes while I was in the hospital. For anyone that cares, I had a very aggressive form of MERSA and things got really dicey for a bit there. As staph infections go, it’s one of the super shit ones to get. Doctors aren’t super sure how I got it, but they are certain that I’ll make a full recovery so long as I take my meds.
Please DM me if we had or have anything going and you’d still like to continue it. I do apologize for being absent, but I didn’t get much of a choice on this one. I’ll try to get in what I can with you guys and gals before Tumblr dies.
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Some good news for anyone who is reading this. The gentleman who runs this blog, that I am representative of currently, will be hopefully returning soon.
The doctor said he should be released by Friday. I don’t know if that means he will be back by then, but he will be home then. I passed on well wishes from those who liked the previous post. I hope something in this is pleasing to those of you who care if there are any.
So, hopefully, the commissar will be back in action soon. Any questions or well wishes can be directed via DM and I will do my best to answer them or pass them on.
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The guy who runs this blog is very, very ill and has been hospitalized. He’s been there for about a week and a half now. I am an associate of his and have been requested by him to make this announcement to his followers if they care.
Any questions you may have, I’ve been authorized to answer in DMs but I don’t know how often I’ll be able to see them. I apologize for the late time I am posting this.
He kindly apologizes to anyone who he was working with, that he didn’t mean to leave you hanging.
That’s all I have. Any well wishes or questions I can’t answer, I’ll relay to him as soon as I can.
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Honourbound cover art by Marc Lee.
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Double power fist commissar gonna punch the heretics
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“Your file has you marked as a Colonel. Perhaps a Munitorum oversight? It doesn’t really matter John, and Kons or Lord Commissar will do. My name is not the easiest to pronounce but you will come to know it, not to be a burden. I am well aware of the reputation your Regimentos have for men and women of my ilk.”
Lord Commissar Rokossovsky rather suddenly brought his boot down hard on the neck of one of the mortally wounded men attempting to crawl away. The hard crunch of dislocating and snapping vertebrae was audible enough to carry between the two men.
“That being said. I will make this simple. I value respect above all and results above noose like strictures. I have one rule Colonel. Everyone fights, no one quits and if you don’t, I’ll shoot you myself. Love the Emperor, stay loyal to his Imperium and our Militarum and do your duty and I will reward you as best I can. Flexibility Colonel Geist, I would no more question how you succeed, than I would a Cadian. Just so long as you do with a prayer on your lips.”
His hand, clad in a white glove swept over the dead Penal Legionnaires at their feet. “These men forgot their Emperor, forgot their loyalty and ultimate, most importantly forgot their duty. Now, they are as they deserve to be. Dead.”
“Did you win?”
“Beat the fucker to death with his own arm if that counts… or someone’s arm… wait who’s arm was I killing people with?”
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The Lord Commissar cleaned the blood off his knuckles and then puts his gloves back on and smooths his moustache twisting it at the end. “Certainly isn’t mine. Now, with that concluded. John Geist, Colonel of the ‘Mad Wolves’ Catachan Jungle Fighter regiment I presume? I am Lord Commissar Georgy Konstantinovich Rokossovsky.” His accent was thick and clearly either Vostroyan or Valhallan, but the moustache was a dead give away to anyone who’d spent any real time with a Firstborn regiment.
“Did you win?”
“Beat the fucker to death with his own arm if that counts… or someone’s arm… wait who’s arm was I killing people with?”
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“I request a six Aquila size with room for Rhzovad. Call it The Lord Commissar.”
Oh blessed recaf,
drip for us always,
that you may revive us and give us fortitude,
be a shield to us always,
that you may grant us alertness in this life
brew for us always,
that you may reward us with indomitable will
to serve Him on Terra.
In Eternity.
Ave Imperator.
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That would be Nork. They don’t really need to be smarter, just have minders.
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Ogryn v Space Marine arm wrestle gimme your thoughts
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Or, tear the Space Marine’s arm off by accident. Or, as you said. Think they are supposed to be getting a hug and then hug the Space Marine and walk off.
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Ogryn v Space Marine arm wrestle gimme your thoughts
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Ogryn. They are stronger than even an Astartes in power armor. As put in the Astra Militarum Codex. They are capable of ripping a fully power armored Traitor Astartes’ head off. Tabletop wise, if you want hard numbers. An Ogryn is S 5 where an Astartes is only S 4.
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Ogryn v Space Marine arm wrestle gimme your thoughts
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28) If a friend asked them to taste something and it turned out to be unpleasant, how would they handle it?
The Lord Commissar would clean his mouth out with Rhzovad and then likely never trust that friend with another taste test again.
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How do they cope with losing an argument?
Lord Commissar Georgy Konstantinovich Rokossovsky is always willing to accept a lost argument with dignity, so long as it was well fought and well put together. Logically superior, is always a good standby. However, if you just want to yell at him about how you’re right and he’s wrong. He will probably just shoot you in the head and move on. You’re clearly not officer material for any unit he is in command of.
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Odd-ish OC Asks
Idk… I just wanna know some weird things about your virtual kids…. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
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What is something they’ve always wanted to do, but know they shouldn’t?
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How festive are they on holidays?
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How likely is it that they would be the first to point out a full moon or a beautiful sunset?
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The Lord Commissar burned this letter too and scoffed.
“Disgusting, absolutely disgusting. Traitors and scum, by the Emperor, these degenerates need The Emperor.”
I for one appreciate the work you do. People who flee at my majesty are truly unworthy of life and you might be getting some fan mail on your whip work. Slaanesh salutes you and your ilk for your unknowing service.
Lord Commissar Rokossovsky burned the message, destroying the dataslate in the process. “By the Emperor, disgusting. I haven’t used a whip since the Schola Excubitos. To think, this creature would dare to believe anything I do is not for the Emperor and Imperium. Gah, traitor.”
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Really want to send something to interact with you, but I don't know what to send...
-Send whatever you think you’d enjoy seeing. As I said in my rules the Lord Commissar will interact with anyone, how that interaction goes, depends on who and what you are.-
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