War Kitten wrote: That's fine BC. So far I've just written up meeting Irish's leader whilst still on the space wolf strike cruiser (figured the wolves and hounds might get along, so I had his guys contact Jhe's ship). I'll start work on the pre-duel meetings soon, then it's on to the duel, shooting Gruhlak, and the post duel gak
Aye. Though my wolf lord is kind to walk in, push open two massive double doors for effect and announce own arivial in a Brian blessed/capltain flash heart way.
Long as they don,t mind a tad loud, but straight dealing soaxe wolf who has no time for idiots ir schemes.
jhe90 wrote: Aye. Though my wolf lord is kind to walk in, push open two massive double doors for effect and announce own arivial in a Brian blessed/capltain flash heart way.
Long as they don,t mind a tad loud, but straight dealing soaxe wolf who has no time for idiots ir schemes.
War Kitten wrote: It's looking like the meeting with each leader will be a paragraph unto itself, so this is going to be a very long part two it's looking like
It's a duel between one of my Knights, and one of TS's Knights. It's an "honor" sort of thing, kind of like how Space Wolves and Dark Angels have a duel whenever they meet. Neither group remembers quite why they have to duel, but it's upkept as a matter of tradition
War Kitten wrote: It's a duel between one of my Knights, and one of TS's Knights. It's an "honor" sort of thing, kind of like how Space Wolves and Dark Angels have a duel whenever they meet. Neither group remembers quite why they have to duel, but it's upkept as a matter of tradition
That's pretty cool. And what's this about commanders and stuff.
Well, it started out as just a Knight on Knight fight, but it eventually became a thing where my Knights could meet all of the other Imperial forces and their commanders. The idea I had in mind was so that my Knights could potentially fight alongside any of them if they need the help. It gives me the opportunity to write more and improve my skills, and it gives the other commanders the option to maybe call in some heavier support if they need/want it.
War Kitten wrote: Well, it started out as just a Knight on Knight fight, but it eventually became a thing where my Knights could meet all of the other Imperial forces and their commanders. The idea I had in mind was so that my Knights could potentially fight alongside any of them if they need the help. It gives me the opportunity to write more and improve my skills, and it gives the other commanders the option to maybe call in some heavier support if they need/want it.
Dude. That's pretty cool imo. If I had imperials I'd be there, but I don't, so :( Haha.
It is cool, but unfortunately for you you're a filthy xeno. You can try and sneak into the duel like Kharne's Necrons did. Might go badly for you like it did for him though
War Kitten wrote: It is hard, and that's why Kharne's guys got caught. You'll see what happens to Gruhlak when I get around to posting that part of the intro
To be fair. I don't think my literally filthy xenos want in. They frown on diplomacy and, though I'm not sure how far the deep striking capabilities of flayed ones extend to, if it's far enough I could just teleport a Flayer one in. Especially if kharne had necrons nearby. Correct me if I'm wrong though . But Kauvlosk is not fond of speaking to lesser beings.
War Kitten wrote:It is cool, but unfortunately for you you're a filthy xeno. You can try and sneak into the duel like Kharne's Necrons did. Might go badly for you like it did for him though
just as planned
jhe90 wrote:Irs well guarded, we have representing multiple powerful chapters, groups and armies.
War Kitten wrote:It is cool, but unfortunately for you you're a filthy xeno. You can try and sneak into the duel like Kharne's Necrons did. Might go badly for you like it did for him though
just as planned
jhe90 wrote:Irs well guarded, we have representing multiple powerful chapters, groups and armies.
Sneaking in is impossible, well very hard
Harder than sneaking into the Wolf/Knight camp
Am I going to have to deploy my entire great company on guard duty?
War Kitten wrote:It is cool, but unfortunately for you you're a filthy xeno. You can try and sneak into the duel like Kharne's Necrons did. Might go badly for you like it did for him though
just as planned
jhe90 wrote:Irs well guarded, we have representing multiple powerful chapters, groups and armies.
Sneaking in is impossible, well very hard
Harder than sneaking into the Wolf/Knight camp
Am I going to have to deploy my entire great company on guard duty?
You won't have to worry about my walking knives buddy
War Kitten wrote:It is cool, but unfortunately for you you're a filthy xeno. You can try and sneak into the duel like Kharne's Necrons did. Might go badly for you like it did for him though
just as planned
jhe90 wrote:Irs well guarded, we have representing multiple powerful chapters, groups and armies.
Sneaking in is impossible, well very hard
Harder than sneaking into the Wolf/Knight camp
Am I going to have to deploy my entire great company on guard duty?
It's too late... it has already begun! dingy infiltration for the win
"Okay people, that's how we will do it, we'll pose as a circus. Immortal 1, you are going to be the juggler, Warrior 2, you'll be the white clown, Triarch Praetorian and Lychguard are going to be the funambulist and the bearded woman. Deathmark 5? you will play as the lion guy, we will get a lion skin to put over the Canoptek Spider, those fools won't suspect anything. Me? I'm going to be the circus director" *puts on top hat and exchanges weapon for a baton* "Okay guys, act natural and don't feth up, we will take those monkeys by surprise"
"Okay people, that's how we will do it, we'll pose as a circus. Immortal 1, you are going to be the juggler, Warrior 2, you'll be the white clown, Triarch Praetorian and Lychguard are going to be the funambulist and the bearded woman. Deathmark 5? you will play as the lion guy, we will get a lion skin to put over the Canoptek Spider, those fools won't suspect anything. Me? I'm going to be the circus director" *puts on top hat and exchanges weapon for a baton* "Okay guys, act natural and don't feth up, we will take those monkeys by surprise"
"Okay people, that's how we will do it, we'll pose as a circus. Immortal 1, you are going to be the juggler, Warrior 2, you'll be the white clown, Triarch Praetorian and Lychguard are going to be the funambulist and the bearded woman. Deathmark 5? you will play as the lion guy, we will get a lion skin to put over the Canoptek Spider, those fools won't suspect anything. Me? I'm going to be the circus director" *puts on top hat and exchanges weapon for a baton* "Okay guys, act natural and don't feth up, we will take those monkeys by surprise"
I'm so tempted but it's more like
*Sneaks up to edge of enemy camp across river*
*Spots dingy and puts it in the water and starts rowing*
*Tries to be inconspicuous, Imperial Knight turns and looks at Grulahk*
*Akward stare* "Feth" *Furiously starts trying to row backwards*
*Battlecannon goes off, Grulahk teleports into the bushes, dingy is dead*
Hm. I'm
Wondering how hard it would be to run a true unknown aligned faction in CoF 2.
Say I run a force, declare them Imperial, but having intended all along to reveal they aren't truly. How does one avoid meta gaming/writing whilst allying with folks?
So, you would be inserting X Marines in as Imperials, but in reality they're renegades and everyone is on their kill list, as an example? It would be plausible, and similar to what Smudge is doing for the end of CoF 1, where we could pick which faction we are supporting, including ourselves.
I was thinking more that if I played admech as true neutrals and they end up supporting the side that within reason, gave them what they wanted.
So say WK offers working on Knights, but Kharne offered weaponry, and so on.. by the end of the campaign they would have to weigh up whether to turncoat or not.
Hmm, that's interesting. I was doing something like that with my Kroot, but I also have been focusing on Imperial loyalty first and foremost, and it would hurt Ta'lok's pride and honor if he was backstabbing people.
I'm also considering having some of the involuntary EC controlled humans like Peffken just try and run off, see how far that gets them.
They'd not be welcome anywhere. Chaos will be angry with them, Imperials would likely kill them or shun them, and Xenos don't care as long as they're edible.
Yeah, this is the kind of thing my Tau are leaning for. They don't have any real enemies in the area, and are only interested in setting up their own merc business and stable lives.
I'm literally jumping up and down in my seat, can't wait for this...For some reason im getting a lot more excited than what I think i should be getting?!?! (English Please?!)
You're going to be so disappointed when this turns out to be a giant pile of gak, but I'm working on it
Here's what I have so far, spoilered for size
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Moira Valorn walked silently along the corridors of the Space Wolves vessel lost in thought. The Strike Cruiser had arrived in orbit above the first moon of Crion, and the ship was a madhouse as both Knight and Wolf raced to make their final preparations for the Crusade, and several times Moira had to flatten herself against the wall to make room for Space Wolves who were rushing to the transport bay in preparation for their drop. The Space Wolves would be the first ones to land on the planet, and it would be their job to secure the landing zone so that the Moira and her Siblings would be able to unload their Knights safely, and for that Moira was appreciative. It would be a delicate process to get their Knight suits from the ship down to the planet, and they needed as much time as they could get to ensure the process went smoothly, but that was not the source of her consternation. She had recently received the news that her House would not be the only one fighting in this Crusade. There was another house from their homeworld who was making an appearance, House Cyrene, who had long been the greatest rivals of her House, although the reasons for this had been lost with her parents. Moira prayed with all her might that He would not make an appearance, that they had sent someone else. It had been several years since they had last spoken, and she didn’t think her heart would survive if they had sent Him. She sighed and shook herself out of her grim thoughts. There would be an honor duel between their Houses as soon as both Houses were able to unload their suits, as that was what honor demanded anytime the two Houses encountered each other. As far as she was concerned it was a stupid rule, but as High Queen she knew that she needed to observe the traditions of her House, one of which was the honor duel with House Cyrene whenever the two deployed on the same battlefield. After some more wandering she found herself back on the bridge, where she saw Ulfric in full armor having a discussion with another Space Marine. She could not see his armor all that well underneath his long black hair, and his thick beard, but from what she could see the armor was quite ornate, and seemed to be quite old. Ulfric turned towards her and said “Ah, High Queen Moira, I was just about to request your presence on the bridge. I would like you to meet Alpha Faolan Gall of the Emperor’s Hounds Space Marines. He and his company will be fighting in this Crusade as well.” Ulfric then turned to speak to Faolan. “This is High Queen Moira of House Valorn, she and her fellow Knights will be fighting alongside us in this Crusade.” Over Faolan’s shoulder Moira could see what looked like the hilt of a relic blade, and he seemed to study her with intense, but kind, eyes. After a moment of eye contact he finally spoke in a formal tone “I greet you High Queen Moira in the name of the Emperor’s Hounds. I am looking forward to fighting alongside you and your kin in this war.” Moira responded in turn “And I greet you Faolan Gall, the blades of me and my siblings are ready if you have need of them.” This comment seemed to please the other Marine, and he gave off a booming belly laugh before responding “I am looking forward to the opportunity my Queen.” Moira then gave him a formal bow before excusing herself and walking briskly towards the quarters that she and her siblings had been given. There was still much that needed to be done.
The Kikkari desert could only be described as sweltering, Moira thought as the stood on a hill overlooking the duel preparations. Standing behind her at a respectful distance was Falkon, the leader of House Valorn’s armsmen, and one of Moira’s best friends in the entire household, besides her siblings. The Space Wolves had launched onto the planet in their Drop Pods and Thunderhawks and had secured a landing zone, purging a small group of feral Orks who had the misfortune to launch an assault on their landing zone. Their attack had been repulsed easily, with no Imperial losses, but it had served to reinforce the point for Moira that they could not be complacent here, that this world was still infested with enemies of Man. She was jolted out of her thoughts by the approach of three armored figures. As the first one approached Moira noted with interest that he was clad in an older pattern void armor, one that had been common back during the Great Crusade, but had grown steadily scarcer as the long years and ravages of war had taken its’ toll on Imperial technology. The man also had a plasma pistol holstered at his hip, and was clenching and unclenching a deactivated power fist. The second figure wore the distinct armor of the Tempestus Scions, with a greatcoat thrown over it. Slung at his back was a hellgun with an underbarrel grenade launcher. At his hip he bore a hellpistol and a combat knife. Moira noted with interest that the third figure was a woman, who was also clad in Stormtrooper plate. She was armed with a flamer and a bolt pistol, and she had a power sword in a sheath attached to her hip. All three of the Scions had on their helmets, and each of them had a variety of grenades and ammo stored away in various pouches on strung on their webbing. Moira glanced towards Falkon, who was looking at the trio with familiarity in his eyes, she would have to question him about how he knew them later, but the fact that he was not reacting to their presence otherwise spoke volumes to her. The first Scion strode a bit further up the hill, gave Moira a shallow bow and said “High Queen Moira I presume?” Moira nodded “I am Tempestor Prime Gallus, and these are my comrades Riley and Castella.” As Gallus gestured to each of them they nodded and offered Moira a shallow bow before resuming their polite silence. Moira returned their bows before turning to regard Gallus. After a moment she responded “You are correct Tempestor, I am High Queen Moira of House Valorn. Thank you for taking time away from your deployment to accept my invitation. I thought it prudent to get to know the men and women that I might be fighting alongside over the coming weeks.” The Tempestor Prime accepted this statement with a nod before replying “It was no problem High Queen, my Scions were nearly done already with their deployment when I received your invitation, so it was little trouble for me to accept your invitation, and I must admit, I was curious to see a duel between Imperial Knights. I have had precious little contact with Knights in the past, so I wanted to observe the coming duel.” Moira allowed herself a small grin before replying “A Knight duel isn’t all that special admittedly, it’s simply a matter of tradition between my House and House Cyrene that whenever we encounter each other on the field of battle an honor duel occurs between our Houses. Neither House can recall the true reason behind the duel, so it has become a matter of pride.” After that the two settled into a slightly more relaxed conversation and they talked for a few more minutes before Moira excused herself and began to trudge back towards the impromptou arena. The other Imperial commanders were beginning to arrive, and she would need to talk to all of them before the duel began. She sighed softly to herself, there were times that she hated being High Queen.
Oh yeah sorry, I forgot to send you criticism yesterday, anyways, its all good on my side except for 2 minor things: Gallus would introduce Riley and Castella with their ranks (Tempestor Secundus) and the 2nd thing is that Castella armor is the same as the GW metal stormtroopers, not that its made out of metal, it was just a way to help you visualize the armor.
Very impressive. I like the mention of Falkon as well, and his familiarity with Bob's scions was a nice touch. And you definitely weren't kidding when you said it'd be massive (not that I doubted you). Great stuff, WK.
Bobthehero wrote: Oh yeah sorry, I forgot to send you criticism yesterday, anyways, its all good on my side except for 2 minor things: Gallus would introduce Riley and Castella with their ranks (Tempestor Secundus) and the 2nd thing is that Castella armor is the same as the GW metal stormtroopers, not that its made out of metal, it was just a way to help you visualize the armor.
2BlackJack1 wrote: Very impressive. I like the mention of Falkon as well, and his familiarity with Bob's scions was a nice touch. And you definitely weren't kidding when you said it'd be massive (not that I doubted you). Great stuff, WK.
Thanks 2BJ, I wanted to make Falkon a sort of unofficial body guard for Moira, as he's the head of the armsmen for my House. I wasn't sure how much contact your Histans had with Bob's Scions, but I figured Falkon would at least recognize them. I tried to leave it a little bit open so you could do some writing for him if you so chose
I may do sonething with him. And as protective as Falkon can be about squad mates and people he is close to, I would imagine it'd take a knight fully suited up to keep him away from Moira.
Yeah, that's kind of why I threw in the line about him being a close friend of Moira's. I imagine over the years he's become an unofficial advisor of sorts, as well as a good friend
Thank you Irish. I tried to take to heart what you told me about his general appearance and personality. I hope to have him and the other characters you included make another appearance during the duel
In other news, more progress has been made, and I should have the AdMech paragraph done by this evening, and if TS and y'all don't mind I'll post it here in spoilers for critique and comments
As Moira trudged down the hill towards the arena she noticed a figure clad in red robes approaching her from the bottom of the hill. As the figure got closer Moira was able to deduce that the figure was a Tech-Priest, and was most likely Liza, the leader of the Adeptus Mechanicus in this Crusade. The first thing that Moira noticed about her was her eyes. While they were partially hidden from view by polarized glass lenses, Moira’s keen eyes saw that they were actually organic, and that they were the color of emeralds. The next thing she noticed was Liza’s “hair”, which seemed to consist of braided metal and cable. On most beings such a thing would look disturbing but, somehow, on Liza it seemed strangely beautiful and functional, as if it was meant to be there. Moira noted that most of her other augmetics seemed to share that characteristic. From the beautifully crafted rebreather that covered the lower half of her face, to the elegant metal limbs that had replaced her arms, Liza and her augmentations seemed to be perfectly natural. She seemed to lack the incompleteness that the Tech-Priests of Gaia’s forges seemed to have. She was complete. Moira was jerked out of her reverie when Liza walked straight up to her and offered Moira her hand and said “Greetings High Queen Moira, I am Magos Explorator Liza.” Moira was again taken aback by just how human Liza seemed to act. Other Tech-Priests shunned many of the old human customs that they had left behind with their flesh, deeming them unnecessary and idiotic. She swiftly recovered though, and took Liza’s metal hand in her own and shook it in return, this time noting the fine craftsmanship of the limb, and how smoothly it operated, as if it was still flesh and bone. She then replied “And I greet you Liza, in the name of House Valorn and the Imperial Knights. I am looking forward to working alongside you in this Crusade.” The Magos seemed almost pleased at this last comment, and she turned to look at something and what little of her face that Moira could see seemed to light up in awe, and Moira turned to see her staring at the armored figure of her brother Cassius as he stomped by on his patrol route in his Knight Acheron Vengeance. Moira could easily understand her awe. House Valorn had long had an ironclad contract with the Tech-Priests of Gaia’s Moon, they would provide her House with Knight suits in return for protection for the Moon. The Tech-Priests were able to create a limited number of suits for them each year, but each one created was from patterns that had been first used in the dark days before the Great Crusade. Very few forge worlds had the capability of creating such suits, and House Valorn was fortunate enough to have a contract with one such forge world. Liza turned back to Moira and the two of them talked for a few more minutes, and arrangements were made for the Mechanicus to repair any damages that the House’s Sacristans were unable to repair. In return House Valorn would provide protection for the Mechanicus should they require it. After that Moira continued to walk down the hill, there was still a few more people that she needed to talk to.
So here's the AdMech paragraph. Up next is The Angel's paragraph, or maybe Vanden's paragraph..
Not a great piece in my opinion but it does reveal some traditions in the chapter and some details on the Chapter Master.
The thunderhawk swooped in the landing bay of the "Aspen's Claw" where the Astropath was waiting. Faolan turned to his trusted second in command as the thunder landed " Sergeant Adair I want us out of this system and on our way to Aspen as soon as possible". Faolan Gall disembarked from the craft hurriedly as did Cearul, with Faolan heading towards his own quarters while Cearul headed towards the bridge. Without breaking stride Faolan vaguely looked in the Pysker's direction and commanded the Astropath to follow, Faolan feared the worst, was holy Aspen under siege ? Faolan began the conversation " Tell me pysker when did you receive this message ? " Faolan rounded a corner almost running into some chapter serfs while the Astropath struggled to keep up. " a mere hour ago my lord" squeaked the Pysker. "And what form did this message take ?" " a vision my lord" "Very well, hold your tongue until we are in the confines of my office". They passed many hanging hound furs and the odd stuffed Hound who distinguished themselves in battle. Hounds are regarded highly in the chapter with each Alpha Marine having his own upon promotion and rarely leaving his side. Picked from the kennels while young, trust and love developed between many of the Alpha's and their hounds. The hound skins and the stuffed hounds always bring back sorrowful memories for Faolan without fail. He still remembers the day he lost his own hound. In a battle against the Tau they were forced to retreat, the tau advanced, Kroot particularly. The landing zone was hot and the marines were lucky to have escaped. In their haste however they lost track of Jakarn, Faolan's personal hound. He hoped Jakarn had escaped but the likelihood was he perished along with many of his battle brothers and it is well known that Kroot consume their fallen enemies, a bitter hatred of Tau,Kroot particularly burns in Faolan's heart to this day. Two marines saluted their Alpha as he entered his office with the pysker trailing behind. Faolan motioned for the Astropath to sit down while Faolan remained standing. The room was cold and dimly lit. Faolan paced back and fourth as he quizzed the pysker. "Now pysker, tell me exactly what you saw " "well my lord I saw a marine clad in highly ornate purple armor, covered in blood. I believe this to be our most beloved Chapter Master, his Narthecium giving him away. He almost completely consumed by darkness except for a single light behind him. All he simply said "was return to me" Faolan turned his head " And you are sure this was Baltair Seoc ? " " That is my best assumption my lord" "very well, you may leave". As the doors of his chambers closed behind the Astropath he slumped in his chair and sighed. Patience was not something he possessed and he hated all this talk of visions, still if this was Baltair Seoc why was he being summoned ? And why was he covered in blood ? Instead of answering some questions as Faolan hoped the Astropath would it seems to have just caused more. Faolan's head hurt and preparations were being made to get back to Aspen, it was time for a drink ..........
B, how might a chapter deemed 'Excommunicate Tratoris' be able to A, Meet most Imperial commanders, and B, Be let into a Imperial camp?
I was thinking over this last night, and wrote a piece on it, but i forgot to save it...So have fun WK!
Maybe don't have them deemed that? If we're doing something Badab inspired then just have them be sent on a penitent Crusade (i.e. this one), and have them have an Inquisitor minder who is supposed to watch them for signs of recidivism
That could work, and most likely be the best choice for me. However, if i throw all previous fluff out of the window, I can just say that the Imperium managed to make some sort of peace treaty just for this crusade, and afterwards, something might be negotiated. Knowing the Imperium however, they'd blow the living gak out of me the first chance they get...
Sgt. Vanden wrote: That could work, and most likely be the best choice for me. However, if i throw all previous fluff out of the window, I can just say that the Imperium managed to make some sort of peace treaty just for this crusade, and afterwards, something might be negotiated. Knowing the Imperium however, they'd blow the living gak out of me the first chance they get...
That pretty much breaks the fluff as well. The Imperium doesn't really do peace treaties. The Chapter being sent on a penitent crusade after seeing the error of their ways makes more sense in the grand scheme of things (imo). And I think it would make sense reading through what you posted for your fluff.
And I'm starting on TS's paragraph now. Should have it done tonight if TS answers my PM
Oh boy, now I have to make sure my Kroot stay away from Irish. I don't want to end up on the wrong side of marines who have something against them from the start. I might end up lower on the food chain than I expected.
2BlackJack1 wrote: Oh boy, now I have to make sure my Kroot stay away from Irish. I don't want to end up on the wrong side of marines who have something against them from the start. I might end up lower on the food chain than I expected.
Dont worry Blackjack it's only Faolan who hates your guts, the rest of the chapter has nothing particularly against although bare in mind you are still xenos scum. Jhe thats a good point about them being afraid of your wolves, if they ever meet it would be a nice touch to add it in.
Nearly done with TS's paragraph. After that I'm not sure. I don't know if Chazz was sending representatives to the duel or not, and I'm still waiting to see what Vanden does with his chapter
Irishpeacockz wrote: Dont worry Blackjack it's only Faolan who hates your guts, the rest of the chapter has nothing particularly against although bare in mind you are still xenos scum. Jhe thats a good point about them being afraid of your wolves, if they ever meet it would be a nice touch to add it in.
Large wolves, or big ones like thunder or blackmane wolves. Yes, they might be more subdued near them. Obvious alpha animals
Maybe less so of smaller ones? Though small, even then ain't small. Though the hounds might find them interesting.
Maybe in future a hound on partrol notices his hound spooked, next thing he sees is space wolf with a large ferasian wolf also patroling. Maybe suprised his was so effected?
Irishpeacockz wrote: Dont worry Blackjack it's only Faolan who hates your guts, the rest of the chapter has nothing particularly against although bare in mind you are still xenos scum. Jhe thats a good point about them being afraid of your wolves, if they ever meet it would be a nice touch to add it in.
Large wolves, or big ones like thunder or blackmane wolves. Yes, they might be more subdued near them. Obvious alpha animals
Maybe less so of smaller ones? Though small, even then ain't small. Though the hounds might find them interesting.
Maybe in future a hound on partrol notices his hound spooked, next thing he sees is space wolf with a large ferasian wolf also patroling. Maybe suprised his was so effected?
ya they mightn't be as intimidated by the smaller ones might even be playful, yeah that patrol scenario would work, i would be patrolling the island that i will be setting up on. Question is where would our chapters cross paths ? You are in the desert while im on a island. I have some future plans for my guys that may open a opportunity for such a thing to arise. If there is a meeting of Imperial Leaders later on in the Crusade, hound and wolf will meet.
She stepped down into the arena proper and looked around. The House Sacristans had done a masterful job of setting up the impomptou arena, and there was plenty of seating around for all of the Imperial representatives to sit down and enjoy the proceedings if they chose to show up. The fighting area was about 15 feet in diameter from one edge to another. This battle would be fought in the ancient tradition of Gaia, with nothing more than cold steel and courage to help a contestant prevail. Then she noticed something unusual amid the crowd of Sacristans. A figure armored in gold armor seemed to flow out from the crowd and begin making her way towards Moira. The first thing she noticed about this figure was the impressive set of wings that seemed to spring out from her armor, and Moira was not sure whether or not they were natural, or if they had been installed onto her armor. The next thing she noticed was that the figure had on a golden mask, which had been carved in the likeness of a beautiful woman. As the figure approached Moira felt a change in the air, almost as if the universe was doing its’ level best to point out that she was different. As the figure drew ever closer Moira noticed that it was actually a woman, and that her legs ended in golden, avian-like cybernetic legs, and that on the ends of her arms she had a set of golden, avian-like claws. The overall picture it rendered was that of a bird of pretty, ever ready to swoop down and attack, and at some primal level this woman unsettled Moira, but she could not pin down exactly why. Finally, the woman stopped a few feet in front of Moira, and removed her mask. Her dark skin was covered in golden tattoos that seemed to spiral up her high cheekbones and then curve up around her eyes. Finally, after giving Moira a second to adjust to her presence she finally spoke “High Queen Moira? I am the Angel, I speak for the Arbiters of Truth.” Moira paused. There had been some whispers amongst the armsmen about the Arbiters, and their so called “Angel”, but Moira had thought them just rumors spread by idle men, but here was proof in the flesh. Recovering swiftly Moira replied “I greet you Angel, and House Valorn welcomes you. I am looking forward to fighting alongside you in this Crusade.” In an instant the Angels’ facial expression changed. She went from being mysterious and aloof, to being excited and happy. It suited her, but Moira still could not shake off the vague sense that there was something odd about this girl. The Angel replied “I thank you for your kind winds High Queen, and I shall take your words back to the High Judge, I feel that I will also enjoy fighting alongside you and your siblings in this Crusade.” At her last words Moira felt shock course through her as she realized that this person knew that the other Knights with her were her siblings. Other than Wolf Lord Ulfric and his men, nobody else in this Crusade had seen any of her siblings in the flesh, they were all currently on patrol in their suits, ensuring that the surrounding area was clear of threats before the duel began. The two continued talking for a few minutes more before the Angel excused herself and began to walk away. As she did Moira noticed a small mechanical bird appear seemingly out of nowhere and land on her shoulder. Just as quickly as the bird appeared, it and the Angel disappeared seamlessly into the crowd and Moira stood there dumbfounded, wondering if she had truly seen either of them.
Sgt. Vanden wrote: Nice writing once again, although without proper background fluff, im kindof confused...
My intro for the Angel, which I posted a time before you showed up.
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"Titans!?" the Governor spat. His raspy voice was as sharp as an assassins blade and laced with enough hatred to make a Black Templar weep in joy. "You said they were Astartes, Lord General!"
The Lord-General wiped his brow nervously with a handkerchief and read off of his dataslate. His voice sounded dry even through the vox unit he had in place of a mouth. "Reports are coming in that the Adeptus Mechanicum have sent their Skitarii and a Titan Legio with the Astartes. Our efforts will be fut-"
"Futile? FUTILE?" the Governor hissed, drawing his side arm and putting a las bolt through the Lord General's skull. The Lord General slumped back in his chair. The Governor looked around the room at his advisors, whom were flabbergasted at what they just saw. The Governor wildly aimed his pistol around the room, "Anyone else have a stupid observation?!"
The room fell dead silent and the advisors ran back to their stations, eager to not end with a hole in their head. The Governor grabbed his glass of wine and drank deeply. His reign would end on this planet. He got out of his chair and shoved past his advisors. He needed help. Help that would not come from any man. The Governor exited the room with an agitated slam of a door and made his way to the librarium wing of his Palace. The halls were empty apart from the thick layers of dust and debris covering the floor. The Astartes were at their door. He needed more time. The Governor threw the door to the librarium open and made his way to the most forbidden section. He only needed to find his salvation... or his doom would find him. He began scanning through the flesh bound tomes. He read things no man should ever read and saw images that no eye should see. He found a skull inscribed in blood with a name no mortal should ever bear.
"Krykk'ryk'yyk..." the Governor whispered. He looked around and behind him.
What did that mean? Is it a name? A spell? He pondered. He rubbed his forehead. He closed the book and a sudden pain engulfed him. He felt his throat swell up and he vomited instantly. His bile was darker than any blood, no, it was blood. His blood. It felt like fire. It was fire... He was on fire. He cried out in pure agony and fell back into a bookshelf. He clawed at his grey hairs until they clawed out and his scalp bled. His skin blistered and welted under the incorporeal fire. From his back grew two great, bloody wings. His hands become long claws harder than adamantium. His feet morphed into hooves. He looked into a shard of glass that originated from a stained glass window in front of him. Through his agony, he remembered that that window had been whole a moment earlier. He looked up further and saw a golden being wrapped in light, perched where the window should have been. The being had two great wings of gold and legs like a mighty eagle. The beings arms ended talons that gleamed hot-white. The face of the being was angelic, its skin was bronze and its hair was as dark as the void. He realized, while looking at the being's face, that it was talking to him.
"You have forsaken the Imperium, Heretic. You have given yourself over to the Dark God, Khorne. Your punishment is death. I am the Executioner," the being spoke. Its voice, no... her voice, was in perfect harmony. It was more beautiful than any choir.
"No... I am the Executioner... I shall take your skull..." something said. It took the Governor a moment to notice that he had said it or something inside him had said it. His agony dulled when the voice spoke, and when it stopped, his agony was greater than before. He begged the voice to continue. It did with pleasure.
* * *
The Angel could not comprehend the words that were proceeding from the hellspawn's mouth, but she knew it needed to end. Around her, the world was distorting and twisting into a macabre parody of itself. The rain that poured down on her turned to blood, the stones turned to skulls and the thunder was a voice that rang like a curse in her ears. The hellspawn leapt at her, claws outstretched. She leapt back into the blood rain and onto the roof of the Palace. The hellspawn was eager to follow and climbed its way up the wall, its wings not yet complete. Its eyes locked onto her and she could feel the malice, feel the anger in them. The hellspawn circled her like a wolf circles its prey. It bore its teeth, sharper than needles. It scraped its claws against the stone roof and drew sparks. The Angel sang to her Emperor, and shut out the Chaos. Not a drop of blood rain fell on her. She saw none of the skulls. She did not hear the thunder's curses. The hellspawn heard the song and grew even more angered. It would skin her and devour her flesh, but she was singing, and was calm. The hellspawn leapt at her, but when it would have connected its claws with the beauty of her face, it grasped nothing. It hit the stone hard and roared in anger. It barely noticed one of its wings were gone.
The loss of the wing only drove the hellspawn on and it jumped again at the Angel. This time, its leg was gone. It scrambled to get up like a cornered animal as the Angel advanced towards it. It looked up in time for the Angel to grab its face with her taloned foot. The Angel flapped once with its golden wings and the hellspawn felt itself leave the ground. If it could have turned its head, it would have seen that the Ange had carried it off the roof and it was descending rapidly back into the librarium. The Angel smashed the hellspawn into the tiled floor of the librarium head first. She was surprised when its head wasn't pulped. It barely felt the pain. It grabbed her leg with one claw, but the Angel tore the arm from its socket. Growing ever so tired of the charade, the Angel let go of the hellspawn's head and smashed her foot through the hellspawn's ribcage. The creature wheezed hard and spat some curse at her. She continued her song and grabbed the hellspawn's head with her clawed hand. It only took a moment for the creature to notice its head was separated from its body.
"I am the Angel, bane of the Traitor's," the Angel sang, half-mocking, half-telling the severed skull. With those words, all distortions faded and everything returned to as it had been. The Angel now held the skull of the Governor.
Tomorrow, I shall write up Gruhlak being sent into low orbit, it's a bit ahead of the other write ups with the Imperial leaders, and the duel itself, but the idea I have for it is hilarious
War Kitten wrote: Tomorrow, I shall write up Gruhlak being sent into low orbit, it's a bit ahead of the other write ups with the Imperial leaders, and the duel itself, but the idea I have for it is hilarious
Finished the paragraph where Gruhlak gets his gak handed to him. It will be edited some more before the final version of it, but it's ready if you guys want to see it.
Sera Valorn was bored. She and her brother Cassius had been patrolling around the perimeter that had been set up around the arena for hours now. Beyond a small Ork party that had been easily crushed there had been no sign of enemy activity for hours. She sighed, this could have been done fairly easily by their armsmen, but Moira had insisted that it should be done by the Scions in their Knight Suits. A show of force, and a display that told the others that House Valorn may have suffered grievously, but that they were still a force to be reckoned with. Now, Sera had little patience for most political matters, but she had to admit that her sister’s logic in this case made some sense. House Cyrene in particular had been calling for years now for the dissolution of their House, for their strength had been sorely depleted. At that thought Sera’s lip curled a bit, no doubt Cyrene wanted them gone so their lands could be taken with ease. She was jolted out of her thoughts by a flash of emerald light on a hill overlooking the arena. What appeared out of that flash of light was a bewildering sight. A metallic figure strolled out of the light with what looked like a folding lawn chair under it’s arm. It set the chair up on the hill, complete with a little umbrella, and sat down to watch the duel. Sera activated the zoom function on her optics and when she saw who the trespasser was her blood began to boil. It was a Necron Overlord, who was garbed quite strangely. He had the ornate armor that was typical to his type, but overlaid on top of it was a strange looking shirt, with palm trees and flowers on it. As if that wasn’t baffling enough, the Necron seemed to be sipping a drink while he was watching the proceedings. And somehow, he hadn’t noticed the giant metal figure staring at him. Extremely confused, but not one to waste an opportunity, Sera charged at the figure with weapons at the ready. Just as she got close, she suddenly had an idea, and brought her suit’s right leg back and aimed at the Necron…..
The duel was set to begin, and both combatants were at their starting positions with their weapons in the ready position, when they heard a faint screaming over the wind. Just as they and the audience began to look for the source of the disturbance, they saw the remnants of a metallic figure slam into the cliff face overlooking the arena. Just as he impacted, and stuck into the wall, they all heard a triumphant cry on the vox
GOAALLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!
Before anyone asks, the shirt on Gruhlak was Kharne's idea. He wanted him to have a Hawaiian shirt on, and I went with it for the lol's.
The shirt was Kharne's idea. Him getting crushed was a result of Kharne's unfortunate rolling, which resulted in Gruhlak being caught spying. I decided to have him get punted into the nearest cliff.
War Kitten wrote: Tomorrow, I shall write up Gruhlak being sent into low orbit, it's a bit ahead of the other write ups with the Imperial leaders, and the duel itself, but the idea I have for it is hilarious
Asides from the beauty that was the latest part of WK's intro, I am almost finished with my Kroot intro. I need to introduce one last character, and flesh out a second one, and do a small conclusion and it will be finished.
Seems like everyone enjoys the Necron being punted into the Cliffside. I aim to please. If any of you wish to write that up from your own POV's you're welcome to
That was probably the best part of the Knight intro.
So, I'm going to work on a few things today:
-Carcharodons landing into conflict and kicking ass (After the Knight fight, because Taranis went to watch)
-More about my Necrons at the Excavation Site
-Grulahk infiltrating the SW/IK camp pn a dingy (Yes, I know it's a desert)
So, which forces will be involved in the Carcharodon intro?
So, I'm going to work on a few things today:
-Carcharodons landing into conflict and kicking ass (After the Knight fight, because Taranis went to watch)
-More about my Necrons at the Excavation Site
-Grulahk infiltrating the SW/IK camp pn a dingy (Yes, I know it's a desert)
So, which forces will be involved in the Carcharodon intro?
So, I'm going to work on a few things today:
-Carcharodons landing into conflict and kicking ass (After the Knight fight, because Taranis went to watch)
-More about my Necrons at the Excavation Site
-Grulahk infiltrating the SW/IK camp on a dingy (Yes, I know it's a desert)
So, which forces will be involved in the Carcharodon intro?
These better not take place on Crion.
Well the camp infiltration is in the desert so it won't be a problem.
The Excavation site is underground so I don't touch the Phosphex trees
And Carharodons dropping into a skirmisg with the ORks is outside the forest so the Trees are still safe
So, I'm going to work on a few things today:
-Carcharodons landing into conflict and kicking ass (After the Knight fight, because Taranis went to watch)
-More about my Necrons at the Excavation Site
-Grulahk infiltrating the SW/IK camp on a dingy (Yes, I know it's a desert)
So, which forces will be involved in the Carcharodon intro?
These better not take place on Crion.
Well the camp infiltration is in the desert so it won't be a problem.
The Excavation site is underground so I don't touch the Phosphex trees
And Carharodons dropping into a skirmisg with the ORks is outside the forest so the Trees are still safe
Firstly I'd like to thank everyone involved in both crusades as writing for this and coming up with ideas for my chapter is extremely fun so thanks guys ! That said I will probably write up a chunk on Faolan arriving on Aspen and meeting the Chapter Master, this will be my last chunk before the actual crusade starts as i think I will need to include Crion to advance after this. Anyway keep an eye out people !
So, I'm going to work on a few things today:
-Carcharodons landing into conflict and kicking ass (After the Knight fight, because Taranis went to watch)
-More about my Necrons at the Excavation Site
-Grulahk infiltrating the SW/IK camp on a dingy (Yes, I know it's a desert)
So, which forces will be involved in the Carcharodon intro?
These better not take place on Crion.
Well the camp infiltration is in the desert so it won't be a problem.
The Excavation site is underground so I don't touch the Phosphex trees
And Carharodons dropping into a skirmisg with the ORks is outside the forest so the Trees are still safe
But Chazz hasn't posted. Do not touch Crion.
I'm going to write an intro where my EC come down and empty their space toilets into the cities if you don't lighten up.
These rules are getting grumpy.
2BlackJack1 wrote: So, will Faolan try to kill Ta'lok upon seeing hin, or just glare at him every time he is in sight?
Depends. If they meet at a meeting of Imperial leaders he wont kill you but he won't be happy about your presence and will be vocal about it. If they meet on the battlefield well things wont be pleasant ....
So, I'm going to work on a few things today:
-Carcharodons landing into conflict and kicking ass (After the Knight fight, because Taranis went to watch)
-More about my Necrons at the Excavation Site
-Grulahk infiltrating the SW/IK camp on a dingy (Yes, I know it's a desert)
So, which forces will be involved in the Carcharodon intro?
These better not take place on Crion.
Well the camp infiltration is in the desert so it won't be a problem.
The Excavation site is underground so I don't touch the Phosphex trees
And Carharodons dropping into a skirmisg with the ORks is outside the forest so the Trees are still safe
But Chazz hasn't posted. Do not touch Crion.
I'm going to write an intro where my EC come down and empty their space toilets into the cities if you don't lighten up.
These rules are getting old.
So, I'm going to work on a few things today:
-Carcharodons landing into conflict and kicking ass (After the Knight fight, because Taranis went to watch)
-More about my Necrons at the Excavation Site
-Grulahk infiltrating the SW/IK camp on a dingy (Yes, I know it's a desert)
So, which forces will be involved in the Carcharodon intro?
These better not take place on Crion.
Well the camp infiltration is in the desert so it won't be a problem.
The Excavation site is underground so I don't touch the Phosphex trees
And Carharodons dropping into a skirmisg with the ORks is outside the forest so the Trees are still safe
But Chazz hasn't posted. Do not touch Crion.
I'm going to write an intro where my EC come down and empty their space toilets into the cities if you don't lighten up.
These rules are getting old.
Tell Chazz to post the new thread.
No, that's disrespectful to Smudge and anyone waiting on the final pieces.
The fact cof2 pretty much killed #1 is bad enough without the ending getting recognition.
So, I'm going to work on a few things today:
-Carcharodons landing into conflict and kicking ass (After the Knight fight, because Taranis went to watch)
-More about my Necrons at the Excavation Site
-Grulahk infiltrating the SW/IK camp on a dingy (Yes, I know it's a desert)
So, which forces will be involved in the Carcharodon intro?
These better not take place on Crion.
Well the camp infiltration is in the desert so it won't be a problem.
The Excavation site is underground so I don't touch the Phosphex trees
And Carharodons dropping into a skirmisg with the ORks is outside the forest so the Trees are still safe
But Chazz hasn't posted. Do not touch Crion.
I'm going to write an intro where my EC come down and empty their space toilets into the cities if you don't lighten up.
These rules are getting old.
Tell Chazz to post the new thread.
No, that's disrespectful to Smudge and anyone waiting on the final pieces.
The fact cof2 pretty much killed #1 is bad enough without the ending getting recognition.
Then don't blame me for not wanting people to establish canon about CoF2
So, due to a freakish accident, I've lost all the work.
JUST MESSING
It's all done. At final completion, including the other two chunks, it comes to 30,448 words.
Now, seeing as I've beat my deadline, I'm of two minds about this.
1) I upload it now, and put you lot out of your misery. OR 2) I upload it on Thursday, the seven month anniversary of the CoF. Only two days to wait.
Which do you guys prefer? I can understand wanting it now, but would you be prepared to wait two days for it?
So, due to a freakish accident, I've lost all the work.
JUST MESSING
It's all done. At final completion, including the other two chunks, it comes to 30,448 words.
Now, seeing as I've beat my deadline, I'm of two minds about this.
1) I upload it now, and put you lot out of your misery. OR 2) I upload it on Thursday, the seven month anniversary of the CoF. Only two days to wait.
Which do you guys prefer? I can understand wanting it now, but would you be prepared to wait two days for it?
I do like the idea of having it on the anniversary, but do I get the bonus points for realizing that it'd be on the 7 month anniversary on my second (third?) guess?
I'm thinking 10th. It's only another two days, and I can tweak things if appropriate. Besides, it gives whoever our new overlords time to prepare CoF 2, now they have an end to my delays.
I'm thinking 10th. It's only another two days, and I can tweak things if appropriate. Besides, it gives whoever our new overlords time to prepare CoF 2, now they have an end to my delays.
Chazz is waiting for you to drop the ending so he can post, dude.
is there not gonna be a few days after smudge's post where peopel can wrap up the crusade ? Not that it affects me but I thought that was what we agreed on
is there not gonna be a few days after smudge's post where peopel can wrap up the crusade ? Not that it affects me but I thought that was what we agreed on
Well, from what TS said I would think they're dropping CoF2 right after CoF 1. I'm sure people will still write their own endings, I know I will
is there not gonna be a few days after smudge's post where peopel can wrap up the crusade ? Not that it affects me but I thought that was what we agreed on
Well, from what TS said I would think they're dropping CoF2 right after CoF 1. I'm sure people will still write their own endings, I know I will
Suspense is killing me. I want to know what happens in CoF2 and how CoF1 ends. The sooner Smudge gets his ending out the sooner (probably) you guys get your endings out
Hey TS, since you're in control of flora and fauna of Crion and Co., how sentient are the creatures, and how primal are they? Like, are they capable of more intelligent thought, or still instinctive creatures at their core? My guess is that it depends on the species, IE wolves and other already intelligent creatures would be closer to sentience than others, but I want to make sure.
Sgt. Vanden wrote: I always pictured them as giant ravenous bunnies...good old Monty did that to me...good god PTSD IS HITTING ME AGAIN! (Flashbacks to Vietnam)
Sgt. Vanden wrote: I always pictured them as giant ravenous bunnies...good old Monty did that to me...good god PTSD IS HITTING ME AGAIN! (Flashbacks to Vietnam)
2BlackJack1 wrote: Hey TS, since you're in control of flora and fauna of Crion and Co., how sentient are the creatures, and how primal are they? Like, are they capable of more intelligent thought, or still instinctive creatures at their core? My guess is that it depends on the species, IE wolves and other already intelligent creatures would be closer to sentience than others, but I want to make sure.
tbh i wouldn't be laughing if that happened to my marines...I wouldn't even bother to write something heroic or honourable. I'll just say the turned their bolters on themselves for no good reason...
Sgt. Vanden wrote: tbh i wouldn't be laughing if that happened to my marines...I wouldn't even bother to write something heroic or honourable. I'll just say the turned their bolters on themselves for no good reason...
Cue five minute scene of Grulahk contemplating his entire life, before and after transference, and just before he decides if all of his struggles were worth it, and what his next step in life would be, he smashes into the cliff and loses his memories upon phasing out due to permanent damage.
So, the most important question of all: did Grulahk get kicked in the arse (Red Forman style), or did he straight up get punted in the chin (in a fashion reminiscent of the Sharkeisha video, and the horror that that was)?
2BlackJack1 wrote: So, the most important question of all: did Grulahk get kicked in the arse (Red Forman style), or did he straight up get punted in the chin (in a fashion reminiscent of the Sharkeisha video, and the horror that that was)?
He got kicked in the butt. Think of Gruhlak as a soccer ball before a penalty kick
When the Moon wanes in its light, we will only have the Stars to guide us.
The Moon will wane in its light when the Necklace is found. The Girl will find the Necklace and return it to the Stars and they shall be pleased, but the Moon will not be. The Moon will try to watch the Girl and the Moon will not find her so the Moon will watch the Stars.
The Moon and the Stars will shine their light upon the Forest. The Girl will follow the Light but she will fall and be unable to walk. The Stars will feel sad for the Girl and will help her walk and teach her how to shine like the Stars. The Moon will be angered further by the Stars actions and its light will become scant.
The Moon and the Stars will shine their light upon the Rough Waters, but the Rough Waters will swallow the remains of the Moon's light. The Moon will be cast down from the sky by the Stars and the Girl and the Moon will flounder in the Rough Waters. The Stars and the Girl will hide from the Moon in the Desert so they cannot be watched and they will not be found. The Stars will craft wings for the Girl and she shall ascend as an Angel and the Angel shall watch over what her light touches as the Moon had.
The Stars and the Angel shall reform their Order so their light will no longer be questioned. They will judge what is the Truth and never be wrong.
So I've hit the 2k mark on my cron backstory, but I'm thinking like 2.5 or 3k will be the final product. I want to develop Ilbist and Gilutekh more before I finish. Just an update.
*1st person in Kauvlosk out of combat, 3rd person in combat
I sit upon my throne of living metal. It molds itself to my ever shifting positions. I am mildly uncomfortable even though it fits me perfectly. I have not seen combat for some time, and my hands are clean of blood. I watch my legion of flayed ones mill about the chambers of my corner of this plane of existence. I wish to be home on my tomb world. The one given to me by my lord Tsara’noga (The Outsider). When I went into stasis many millennia ago, he disappeared. I do not know if he was destroyed like Llandu’gor (The Flayer), the cursed C’tan whose curse has afflicted my people, or if he is out there somewhere hiding. I wish I knew, and I am hunting for him. I once again gaze upon my legion. I am disgusted with the way to wear their trophies over their twisted bodies, but, in the end, I too am one of them. My Overlord Gilutekh approaches me with adorned with his most recent hunt and blood smeared across his stained orange face. If I was capable of cringing, I would have at this moment. Behind him approaches Ilbist, the last lord in the Vazskphores dynasty. I do not remember what Ilbist was before being implanted in her body of living metal, but she has always been stern on being called a “she,” though I do not understand her fascination with the flesh of females. Taking their titles and applying them to herself has always made me feel uncomfortable. It is almost a compliment to the living. I gaze upon her most recent trophy. She had sliced a female officer perfectly down the middle and fashioned a sort of coat out of the unsuspecting imperial.
“M-m-m-my lord,” Gilutekh speaks suddenly, “Ilbist has found… a s-s-s-signal. We do not know if it. It. It is a shard of our l-l-l-lord Tsara’noga, but it. It. It is w-w-worth looking into.” He stutters in his speech, the gore adorned upon his wretched form obviously affecting his sanity and speech.
“Yes… my lord. It seems to be strong, though we can’t be certain,” Ilbist interjects. She was always a little stronger in her resistance to the Flayer Virus than Gilutekh, but she was younger and less experienced than he. Out of all of my legion, only Gilutekh, Ilbist, and I have a resistance to the virus, though once enough gore reaches our path, we too lose our ability to understand.
“Are you sure it is a shard… are you sure Tsara’noga was even split into shards?” I ask in as much of an interrogative tone as I can muster in my metallic shape.
“I… wish I was certain. But it could be a lead as to the whereabouts of our master,” Ilbist trys to dampen what she thinks will be anger.
“P-p-please lord… do n-n-not be harsh on I-I-Ilbist…” Gilutekh tries to suade me.
“Do not worry… I know you cannot be certain. It would be best to investigate this signal we are picking up on. I appreciate your attempts to find our master.” I stare into the dead eyes of Ilbist and swear I see some light flicker, though it was likely the glint of fresh blood. “Gilutekh… I need you to summon the legion here. I need you to gather them and herd them. It is most important.”
“My lord,” Ilbist interjects once again. “I also know that many sources of living are converging on this point. I do not know what it is or why it is there, but something is happening there. Something big.”
“Good. There will be another great culling of life. Many more trophies,” I stop midway through my speech. It is hard for me to finish. “To collect and display. It will be a most… pleasant addition to my palace back home.”
“I hope w-w-we find some t-t-t-tyranids… their carapaces make for g-g-g-great wall mounts…” Gilutekh states. He was always one for finding the best cuts of each hunt and fashioning great displays. I look up on my throne. A hive tyrant’s skull, the gore long since rotted away, hangs above me. A testament to my strength.
“If there is so much life converging… we can be certain more will join. And if there is not, there will always be… another day. We are patient… we can wait, can we not?” I ask Gilutekh.
“Always another d-d-day…” he turns to gather my army. I glare at his trophy again. It is so crude, and yet it holds some morbid beauty.
“Perhaps we should discuss how to take the origin of the signal, my liege.” Ilbist suggests.
“Not yet… I want some scouts sent in to see what we are dealing with, and I want you to personally pick the best ones to do it. I do believe we had some Deathmarks before the Flayer Virus hit us, and I’m sure that you can identify them. They surely will remember their techniques and hunting methods, and they will make for good scouts. That is your task. Go find the flayed ones who used to be Deathmarks and go find out what you can about this signal.”
“I would be… most honored my lord. I will go at once.” Ilbist turns and steps down before disappearing into the ranks of my subjects. I feel something inside of me light up. A passion for death. It always shows up when I know a great hunt is about to begin. I shift slightly to the left, and my throne accommodates me. I hope there is a lead on the whereabouts of Tsara’noga, for finding him will complete my existence. Until then, however, I must satisfy myself by becoming that which I hate most and collect my own trophies. If only the Flayer Virus had not hit my people. I wish them to become normal. I hope Tsara’noga can cure our curse, but even in that I am not sure. I have searched thousands of worlds, and still I have no idea where my C’tan is… though I am almost sure he is out there somewhere just waiting to be found.
With my advisors gone off to complete their tasks, it is only me and my thoughts. I thought back to the days before I would sit with the wretched husks of their former selves. As if they weren’t enough of a husk already. Normally the lesser layers of necrons awake first, though I was an exception due to the AI failing and causing me to be the first to awake on my tomb world, and my advisors awoke shortly after me. I would guess a mere one hundred years after me. They were so different then, and so was I. Before the virus contorted my undying warriors, Gilutekh was so much more fluent in speech. He could craft elaborate speeches, and my warriors hung onto his words with silent eagerness. I swear… when he spoke, I could almost see life in my necron soldiers. He would talk for hours and hours, and I would never tire of him. But… when he was inflicted he lost most his sense of what humor he had, though sometimes he pulled through. What life that energized him was no more. He craved the trophies almost as much as the average lumbering flayed one. It was… hard for me to accept his hands transforming into the great flaying knives that they are now. And Ilbist was once the greatest military genius I could have asked for. Her ability to coordinate assassinations and assaults would awe many of my fellow overlords. Some had even asked to borrow her assistance, but those days are past. Now she lumbers here and there, and she only retains her genius when the trophies adorned upon her body rot away. I too was once different. I once tried to force my legion to new heights. I was strict and hostile. Now that I think about it again, I was a very unpleasant overlord even by necron standards. But now I watch my legion drag their malformed bodies around while I sharpen my fingers. I try to keep my form as clean as I can, for it clears my conscious. It is hard to keep the gore away from yourself when you have a thousand gore adorned minions always moving up and down. They brush against you leaving streaks of blood. I try to forget how this curse came here, but once one of my warriors caught it, everyone around him changed.
Gilutekh returns to me. If I could smell, I might be repulsed right now. “What do you require Gilutekh. I thought you had a task.”
“M-m-my most b-b-beloved lord. The f-f-flayed ones are n-n-not respond-d-ding. They are… most unorthodox.” Gilutekh’s old self shines through his disgusting new form with his last word, but I am most displeased with this news. Ilbist was off scouting whatever it was that was producing this signal, and I expected my warriors to be ready. I think a bit before remembering that they are flayed ones, and they listen when they want to.
“Do not worry Gilutekh. Let them relax and they will listen if they will. If you cannot calm and have them listen, then just let them be.” I tell my assistant. Gilutekh of all people should know how to handle these creatures, but I let it slide.
“Very well m-m-my lord. I will l-l-let let them be for n-n-now.” He turns and walks away. That was a waste of my time, but I have plenty of time to waste. I waste it rambling and throwing my thoughts against the wall. Rambling and thinking like I am now. It comforts me in my distress. The pressure of the flayer virus stresses my body. If I am to lead then I must look a leader, but it is hard to appear the part when your body twists and hunches over. You begin to blend in with your subjects. Ah… it’s been so long since I have tasted what one might call normal. Rambling again I see.
“You’re worthless.” I tell myself. “Why are you here?” I would have sighed right now if I was capable, but my form does not allow me to. It doesn’t not allow me to do many things like quench my bloodlust. “This situation I have is… most… vile.” I shift again as my throne slowly adapts to my body. Waiting for those around me is most… boring. I sit and wait… and I sit. And I wait more. I slowly watch my brothers’ trophies rot until they leave in search of more…. gore. I am most tired, but I do not tire. I lay awake forever watching. I have seen many days go by. Years even. As the time passes I wait for Ilbist to return from her mission. I truly desire to know if the signal is a shard or a clue to the potential whereabouts of my lord. A figure passes me. I stand, though I look hunched and ancient. I have not worn a skin in years, so my twisted plates of ornate symbolic armor glisten in the odd lightings of this plane. The deep orange figure approaches me, and it is hard to tell whether or not it is Ilbist or not, but she speaks.
“My lord. I have confirmed not what the place is, but that the signal is most important. If it is not a shard or clue, it is something of equal importance that I have not discovered yet.” Ilbist does what bow she can in her legs double jointed legs. It flatters me a little, but I must know what has happened.
“Did you find anything of… importance other than the signal, and how many flayed ones did we lose?”
“Nothing else, just a lot of living to cull and trophies to be had. And we lost no flayed ones. The flayed ones that used to be deathmarks were superb in stealth, and we were undetected.
“Good. I am pleased with your work Ilbist. Prepare for a great harvest.”
“With pleasure my lord… I am most thrilled.” I would have laughed at this point. Ilbist knows I would have too. She has a knack for that sort of thing. She has a gift for understanding things that most could only dream of. “Perhaps we should plan something?” She is eager. I know she is. She wanted to find a pretty pretty officer to carve up and fashion some disgusting new coat. I know that once battle came, I’d probably find myself wearing some random man whose face looked decent. I feel my body twist a little in what probably replaced a shudder. I decide to humor her.
“I suppose we should.” I walk over to a table like object that has nothing on it. It is clean and fresh and ready for planning. “What have you learned?”
“I learned that a second necron force is there... though what and why is beyond me. I know they are there. I know that there are three places of possible conflict. That is all.” Ilbist would have smiled. I know it. She is always proud of herself.
“I see. I think we should postpone any actual planning until we know a little more? I know you are eager, but we need to know more about this place until we arrive. Flayed ones have little regard for safety, so we must be careful.” Ilbist stares at me with her cold dead eyes.
“Yes my lord… I. I see.” She is disappointed as she should be. I know she saw a target while she was out scouting for me. She doesn’t press the issue any further. She knows my word is final. I pity her. If only she knew.
“Worry not Ilbist. Your time will come. First we need Gilutekh to round up our army.” Ilbist perks up at the word army. She was my military advisor after all. She is very intelligent, though sometimes she forgets that.
“Should I check on Gilutekh my lord?” Ilbist almost pleads it seems.
“I suppose you should. Gilutekh should be among the rest of the flayed ones, though you might not find him. His trophy is just as crude as the rest.” I wave her off, and she goes off to complete the mundane task I gave her. She’s a special one, I will give her that. I try to sigh again, though after a millennia of being awake, I should know that I am not able to. Gilutekh approaches me and tries to bow. “Do not worry Gilutekh. Let’s talk.”
“Yes m-m-m-m-my lord?” Gilutekh utters. I notice he has a fresh trophy again. He can’t go very long without new trophies. I know that as a truth. “What d-do you n-n-need from m-m-m-me?”
“I just want t-” I feel my mind rattle a little as blood from Gilutekh’s fresh trophy puddles at my feet. “I want to talk to you. I want to see if you can still speak like so long ago.” I know he can’t, but it is entertaining to see him try. I know he wants to go back to the good old days.
“Well m-my lord if y-y-you insi-si-sist.” I heard a rattle in his metal ribcage to mimic something of clearing his throat. “G-g-go on y-y-you t-t-tin cans. The C-C-C’tan didn’t b-b-less you with immortality for n-n-n-no reason. Fight you f-f-filthy scrap. Y-y-you disgust me you vermin.” He starts to point his knife-like fingers towards me to mimic pointing at his troops and giving orders. His body starts to quake under the pressure of him trying to think too hard.
“You can stop Gilutekh. It was most pleasing. You have not lost your touch too much.” Once he stops, his body calms down. He returns to his normal state. “It appears that a great battle is about to happen, and I want in on this.” I say to my advisors. “It is going to happen, and I hope you’re both ready.” I look at the table like object. “Now… here is what we are going to do…”
So here is all 2.6k words of the backstory of the Vazskphores dynasty and my flayed ones. and I accidentally created a necron you actually feel a little bad for before remembering that he is a necron. I'm way past excited for this. Tell me who your favorites are guys, and what ya'll like or dislike haha. This is the expanded edition of course. I just kept writing. I love these guys.
I'm thinking 10th. It's only another two days, and I can tweak things if appropriate. Besides, it gives whoever our new overlords time to prepare CoF 2, now they have an end to my delays.
Chazz is waiting for you to drop the ending so he can post, dude.
I'm thinking 10th. It's only another two days, and I can tweak things if appropriate. Besides, it gives whoever our new overlords time to prepare CoF 2, now they have an end to my delays.
Chazz is waiting for you to drop the ending so he can post, dude.
no rush on my end
Plus no offense TS, several people have after stories to put up.
We already discussed that it'd be fair to allow time for that farewell or sorts before 2.
I realise you packed up your toy box early and left, so we're likely frustrating you, but it is worth celebrating properly for the sake of a few days.
I'm thinking 10th. It's only another two days, and I can tweak things if appropriate. Besides, it gives whoever our new overlords time to prepare CoF 2, now they have an end to my delays.
Chazz is waiting for you to drop the ending so he can post, dude.
no rush on my end
Plus no offense TS, several people have after stories to put up.
We already discussed that it'd be fair to allow time for that farewell or sorts before 2.
I realise you packed up your toy box early and left, so we're likely frustrating you, but it is worth celebrating properly for the sake of a few days.
I haven't packed my toys, I am just busy arranging them in my marina-trench deep plots...
Damn, I take a short break and you guys add 5 pages to the thread?
War Kitten: I'm really liking your knights, keep it up man!
Irishpeacockz: stuffed hounds? as in plushies? Okay, now you are my prime target, my sorcerer wants her some stuffed toys for... eh... research, yes, research.
VladimirUhl: Poor Giluthek, he just wanted to be an interiorist and decorate walls with bodies, blood and gore.
aldo wrote: Damn, I take a short break and you guys add 5 pages to the thread?
War Kitten: I'm really liking your knights, keep it up man!
Irishpeacockz: stuffed hounds? as in plushies? Okay, now you are my prime target, my sorcerer wants her some stuffed toys for... eh... research, yes, research.
VladimirUhl: Poor Giluthek, he just wanted to be an interiorist and decorate walls with bodies, blood and gore.
aldo wrote: Damn, I take a short break and you guys add 5 pages to the thread?
War Kitten: I'm really liking your knights, keep it up man!
Irishpeacockz: stuffed hounds? as in plushies? Okay, now you are my prime target, my sorcerer wants her some stuffed toys for... eh... research, yes, research.
VladimirUhl: Poor Giluthek, he just wanted to be an interiorist and decorate walls with bodies, blood and gore.
By the way, I've been writing a little 'intermission' piece about the Remnants, focussing on you-know-who and, perhaps surprisingly, the female Astropath of the Remnants' flagship. I'm trying to show the more 'humane' part of the warband, but I'm starting to wonder if the story doesn't come across a bit... off? I've never written about a female character before, and the fact that's she's a blind, cripple and young Astropath who's been beaten up more than once by her former crew doesn't exactly help.
Would you guys like me to post the story to get a better idea of what I'm talking about, or do you think it's a bad idea?
Ezra Tyrius wrote: By the way, I've been writing a little 'intermission' piece about the Remnants, focussing on you-know-who and, perhaps surprisingly, the female Astropath of the Remnants' flagship. I'm trying to show the more 'humane' part of the warband, but I'm starting to wonder if the story doesn't come across a bit... off? I've never written about a female character before, and the fact that's she's a blind, cripple and young Astropath who's been beaten up more than once by her former crew doesn't exactly help.
Would you guys like me to post the story to get a better idea of what I'm talking about, or do you think it's a bad idea?
Well, I am proud to present my second part to my Kroot Intro.
Spoiler:
Mal'caor lifted his head from its spot on the metal floor and sniffed the air, ignored the usual scents of the room, and picked up on one that only meant one thing. Ta'lok was coming home. The kroothound stood up in an instant and stalked towards the door.
Ta'lok pushed the door open and immediately stepped to the side, letting the hound sail past as it leaped forwards. Ta'lok allowed himself a quiet chuckle and patted the hound's head. "Still too quick for you, eh?" The Shaper nudged the hound back into the Kroot living quarters, a small shuttle they had requisitioned from a past job, and landed at the station for any signs of work.
Ta'lok's eyes adjusted to the dim lighting of the ship as he swung the door shut, cutting off the noise of shippers and crewmen at work in shipyard behind him. "Shaper. You have returned." Ta'lok recognized the voice as Lo'kai, a medic of sorts for the pack.
"Yes, it seems I have, but not for long. I met someone who needs us. A straightforward task of protection, and possibly more to come afterwards. I will explain more at a later time. For now, I must tell the rest of the pack." Ta'lok said. Lo'kai nodded, and made to respond but a new voice interrupted.
"It will be nice to smell fresh air for a change. We are heading somewhere lively, aren't we?" The voice said, and a moment later the violet skinned Kroot revealed herself from where she stood in the shadows.
"Seri," Ta'lok nodded in greeting, "fresh air will do you all some good. Too long have we kept cooped up in this craft. And as for where we head to, I am not sure. The planet could be the home of the forests and farms of an agri-world, or have ash wastes and volcanoes of a death world. Only time will tell. Oh, and Seri? Please, do not attempt to push the humans when we meet them. I have a suspicion that not everyone will accept us with open arms, and I don't want any unnecessary conflict with them."
Seri nodded and proceeded to start sharpening a knife, already bored with the conversation. Ta'lok moved passed Seri, heading towards the rest of the kin he still needed to tell.
Meenos heard a satisfying thunk as his knife found its target. He was reaching for the next blade when he heard the rap of a cane against the metal door behind him. "Ta'lok? Back so soon?" His words were punctuated with his second knife landing next to the first.
The door swung open behind Meenos, groaning in protest as Ta'lok stepped through, as always he was accompanied by Mal'caor. "Gather your things, Meenos. We are needed. Everything will be explained in time, but for now we must gather the war parties, and join our employers before they depart. They expect us to be ready soon."
Meenos' spirits lifted; it had felt like an eternity since they had last been called upon. "I will be ready, Shaper." Meenos said, already walking towards his target to reclaim his knives.
Ta'lok nodded, and turned to leave Meenos to gathering his belongings. Asides from his own pack, he still needed to gather the warband of countless other Kroot. The Shaper had little time to spend with idle conversation, not when they had a war to go to.
Kai'lo was pouring his vial of gothago, a highly poisonous concoction of his, onto a knife, gently coating the blade in the lethal drink. "Fever, hallucination, paralysis, and best of all, immune system failure." He muttered while carefully setting the weapon in its rack to dry. The Kroot already moved on to the next weapon, but began coating it with a different substance. He had used the last of his gothago on the previous knife. "Artisep: chills, muscle spasms, possible loss of consciousness. Not lethal on its own, but enough to make a gue'la think twice about fighting you." Kai'lo whispered, and put the blade next to the other one in the rack.
The Kroot reached over and grabbed several other vials, cures for the deadly liquids he used, handmade by his brother Lo'kai. Kai'lo always kept cures for his poisons close at hand, in case the wrong person felt their sting. Kai'lo was so devoted to his work that he barely noticed Ta'lok step into his personal quarters. The Shaper brought the same message he had told Seri, Meenos, and Lo'kai, and Kai'lo grumbled to himself as he stowed away his vast array of ingredients and blades. He would have to wait before he could add his poisons to the rest of the weapons. The Kroot grabbed his rifle and slung it over his shoulder once he finished packing up his supplies, and followed after Ta'lok to where the pack was meeting. "Have you told the rest of the pack that we are leaving?" Kai'lo asked.
"There is one more of our pack that I must tell." Ta'lok replied.
The pirate fell to the ground as the fist connected with his jaw. Grulkin stepped over the man, and hammered three blows into a second raider's ribs. The man howled as he felt the bones shatter, and didn't see the follow up swing. Grulkin gave a deep laugh as the man sank to his knees, vainly grasping at his throat, trying to gulp down air through his crushed windpipe. The monstrous Kroot kicked the man over, and turned to face the third assailant. Before the scavver could turn and run, Grulkin had wrapped one arm around his neck and lifted the man into the air. The raider kicked out with his legs, but Grulkin simply laughed again and squeezed harder.
"Grulkin! Drop the man!" A voice rang out, and Grulkin turned around, already disappointed that his game was ruined. "Shaper," Grulkin grunted, "you missed the fun."
Ta'lok scowled at Grulkin. "Put him down. He's learned his lesson, isn't that right, boy?" Ta'lok asked the man in Grulkin's arms. Grulkin grudgingly loosened his grip enough for the man to vigorously nod his head.
"P-please, lord. I won't bother you again, on my life. Never hear from me again!" The man begged, trying to flatter Ta'lok as fast as his cowardly tongue allowed. Grulkin sighed and dropped the man, who knelt on the ground, gulping down as much air as he could.
"Thank you, Grulkin." Ta'lok said tiredly. "Now you, run off before I change my mind and send the hound." The raider had enough sense to be well out of sight within the next few seconds.
"How did you find me, Shaper?" Grulkin asked, looking down at one of the twitching raiders on the ground. The Kroot nudged the body with his foot before looking back up at Ta'lok.
Ta'lok shook his head before answering. "It wasn't hard to follow after the eight foot tall Kroot. Not when he doesn't bother to cover his trail." Grulkin just shrugged, and added "I didn't think you would be back from your trip to the bar yet. Did you find anything useful?"
Ta'lok nodded, "It's exactly why I am back so soon. The pack has been called to defense, and they expect our arrival soon. Not that my having to hunt you down helped us meet that deadline. Now, I have to go gather the rest of our kin, and I expect to see you at our shuttle. Please, don't disappoint me." Despite the formality of his last remark, Ta'lok wasn't making a request. Grulkin nodded and padded off towards the shuttle.
Ta'lok led his pack towards the Sovereign, already expecting most of his kin to have arrived before him. Word had traveled fast, and kroothounds and kroothawks traveled even faster to deliver the news throughout the orbital station. Ta'lok saw several other packs also making their journey to the ship. Tal'ok recognized other Shapers as well, kindred who owed their allegiance to Ta'lok, and followed his orders before anyone else's.
Ta'lok beamed with pride upon seeing all of his kindred amassed together; over a hundred kroot, dozens of kroothawks and hounds, and several krootox to boot.
"Pech, it truly is beautiful, isn't it?" Ta'lok whispered.
The voice came from nowhere, and from everywhere at once. It barely disturbed the tranquillity of the Sorcerer’s personal chambers, where up until now he had been meditating. The voice was soft and fragile, and it was one the Sorcerer knew all too well.
“I am here, Circe”, he spoke to nothing in particular, knowing the message would arrive right where it needed to.
“I wish to walk again.”
The Sorcerer sighed. He raised himself from the floor, the servos in his armour softly whirring as he stretched his limbs.
He made his way through the vast halls of the ship to the Astropath’s chambers, where he found her already waiting expectantly. She sat there, her blind eyes fixed on the place where her senses told her his head would be once he opened the door of her sanctum, shivering slightly as the artificial light of the hall touched her skin. She didn’t speak, choosing only to open her arms wide in anticipation. He bowed down to her, put his hands on her waist and heaved her into his arms, before the two of them set off on their walk.
He remembered the first time he had lain eyes upon her fragile, pale form. Once, she was the Astropath of a Black Templar vessel, where she was despised and vilified at every opportunity. Even the Marshal commanding the ship, who had trusted on her sight to guide him and his brethren to yet another war, another Crusade, had barely acknowledged her over the many years she served under his command. Her crippled body had been marked with burns, scratches and bruises, her status as witch drawing the crew’s ire whenever trouble arose.
The vessel had been critically damaged during an engagement with the Wandering Wraith, and the ship’s crew had abandoned her in their flight from the Remnants’ boarding action. She was the only living thing left on the ship, not even the great Marshal of the Black Templars had stayed to die alongside his ship. When they opened her chambers, she had shrunk into a ball, covering her face, shivering as she waited for the expected punishment to be dealt out. The Sorcerer had softly taken her into his arms, using his psychic gift to calm her ravaged mind before carrying her to the safety of the Wandering Wraith.
Ever since then, he had watched over her. The young, fragile girl had never been able to communicate with many others of such psychic potential as himself, and the idea having a kindred spirit had filled her heart with joy. The few moments when their attentions were not elsewhere, the pair enjoyed speaking to one another in the privacy of their own minds.
“I wish to go to Rhadax’s chambers. And to the others, too.”
The death of the Broken Blade, and of those who had crewed it in its charge into the vile Hybrids, had left its mark on the men and women serving aboard the Wandering Wraith. The lost were mourned, even to this day, their chambers left undisturbed and guarded from those who would plunder them.
She visited the chambers of the fallen whenever she had the chance, even those of members who had openly shown their mistrust, sometimes even hatred towards psykers of all sorts. Even the cell of Rhadax, the Night Lord who had plunged the Broken Blade into the Hybrid lines, who had despised psykers even more than he had hated the Imperium during his long life, was a place she often let herself be carried to.
And so they walked, passing chamber after chamber, each one marked with a white handprint. She let her fingers slide across the wall and over the doors of the chambers, small tears staining the metal floor below them.
Circe’s frail fingers softly traced the curves of the Sorcerer’s armour as they walked deeper into the ship’s corridors. Even beneath the many layers of ceramite separating his skin from the outside world, he could feel her frigid touch stroking his chest. They walked, in silence, through the halls of the Wandering Wraith, the ancient ship that had been her home for longer than most could remember. Those who passed the couple made a solemn salute, merely bowing their heads, unwilling to disturb the peaceful silence surrounding the Astropath cradled in the Sorcerer’s arms. Occasionally, she reached out to a passer-by, resting a cold hand on their heads or helmet as she whispered words that soothed their minds.
In the hallway leading to the armoury they came across Zhoran and Gorgyron, who were discussing the state of Lord Breacher’s latest creation.
“I’m telling you, Gorgyron, that power cell will never hold. Even if the machine-beast’s gun doesn’t overheat during combat, the volatile power in the cell will-“ “Have a little faith, Zhoran. I’m sure your Lord knows what he’s doing.”
“I’ve heard you say that before. Like that time we were all nearly killed by a certain experimental plasma weapon.”
“Oh, give it a rest, it’s not like you would have known its previous owner had set it to full charge.”
“That’s precisely my-“
Both Astartes were startled as they were snapped out of their concentration by the Sorcerer’s great shadow falling over them. Their initial surprise wore off once they lay eyes on the half-sleeping Astropath.
“Ah, I see our little princess is wandering the halls again”, Gorgyron spoke, his cheerful tone bringing a soft smile to the Astropath’s pale face.
She raised herself up, allowing Gorgyron to take her hand and push a playful kiss upon her knuckles.
“You haven’t changed a day, Death Guard”, she mused, as she trailed his ashen features.
“I have the blessings of Father Nurgle to thank for that”, he replied, grinning widely.
“If only Father Nurgle could do the same for your aim”, Zhoran joked, slapping Gorgyron on the shoulder pad.
“Zhoran…”, Circe spoke, her voice suddenly alarmed, her eyes darting around as if she were seeing things the others could not.
Her hand grappled in the air, looking for the source of her concern, until Zhoran took her small hand in his and placed it upon his helmet.
She relaxed somewhat after that, her face still locked in a frown as she attempted to make sense of the images flashing before her eyes.
“Lady Astropath, are you alr-“
“Shhh. Listen to me Zhoran”, she interrupted, grasping his helmet tightly, her voice stern and her words laden with a sense of urgency. “Beware of the waning moon and the three stars that follow him. They lurk in the darkness. Don’t let them find you.”
Zhoran took a step back, casting a concerned look first to Gorgyron, then to the Sorcerer and finally to Circe, who was now shivering softly in the Sorcerer’s arms.
A heavy silence fell over the group, as each of them tried to make sense of Circe’s words. Questions rose up in Zhoran’s throat, but before he could utter them, the Sorcerer’s voice broke the silence.
“I will take her back to her chambers”, the Sorcerer announced, fastening his grip on the quivering female. His eyes locked with Zhoran’s.
“And you… meet me in my chambers once your errands are finished.”
With that, he turned around, leaving Gorgyron and a bewildered Zhoran behind, the sound of his heavy footsteps the last thing the dazed Astropath heard before she surrendered herself to the realm of dreams…
(by the way, that last bit is a nod to what you've said earlier about a model you were making, Tactical_Spam )
War Kitten wrote:Emperor damn it Ezra. Now I want to start a CSM army. You make them seem so cool.
Recruitment's booth's to your leftSign up today and you'll get a novelty T-shirt*!
*and at least three horrific mutations hell-bent on destroying everything you hold dear
jhe90 wrote:So is she ment to be off destroyed sword of Dorn?
That was smashed up by orks
No, her former ship isn't connected to your Black Templars; they were just the first Loyalist Chapter I could think of that would be crazy enough to mistreat an Astropath just because she's a psyker
War Kitten wrote:Emperor damn it Ezra. Now I want to start a CSM army. You make them seem so cool.
Recruitment's booth's to your leftSign up today and you'll get a novelty T-shirt*!
*and at least three horrific mutations hell-bent on destroying everything you hold dear
Ok. I'm sold. Sign me up
jhe90 wrote:So is she ment to be off destroyed sword of Dorn?
That was smashed up by orks
No, her former ship isn't connected to your Black Templars; they were just the first Loyalist Chapter I could think of that would be crazy enough to mistreat an Astropath just because she's a psyker
Actually. BT's revere Astropaths and Navigators, as they believe that those Psykers have a special connection to the Emperor. It's renegade Psykers that they despise (source: Codex Space Marines)
War Kitten wrote:
Actually. BT's revere Astropaths and Navigators, as they believe that those Psykers have a special connection to the Emperor. It's renegade Psykers that they despise (source: Codex Space Marines)
Gak. Let's just pretend that particular Marshal was just being a donkey-cave or something, shall we
Buttery Commissar wrote:Fething superb, Ezra. I love how humanised you made them.
Thank you! I was worried I'd gone a bit too far in that regard, they're supposed to be semi-evil Marines after all, but I'm glad to see this approach is appreciated
It'll probably never come up, but I'd love for the pair to meet up with Liza and see what they make of one another. One side from the world of machines, one side from a place that couldn't be less material.
Me also likey your story Ezra, the Chaos aren't being portrayed as FULLY evil this time...I'm...Almost starting to like your Chaos...BUT FETH HERETIC! NEVER NOPE NO NO NO! (Belive in the Emperor. and his loyal subjects...Suffer not the heretic to live...)
By the Emperor Smudge.... that was perfect! Now I can write up my Eldar exit. Lilliana has suffered greatly, but at least one good thing will come out of Korvel's death... It's also nice to see I got some revenge on those fething Scions. Glorious
Is it bad that I had so many ideas for my Eldar outro that I already got it written? I had a feverish 20 minute period where I just typed like a madman. I have to work on my Marine outro as well....
Long live Archarus! Top of the line work Smudge. I would like to thank everyone for participating in this crusade. It's been an honor to serve alongside you, to provide meatshields for you, to mow your forces down, and to allow your characters to be truly badass and jump on top of a valkyrie and whatnot.
It isn't the ending I expected, but I love it, and look forward to everyone's participation in the next crusade. But for now, enjoy the wrap up scenes brought to you courtesy of your fellow crusaders.
War Kitten wrote: Is it bad that I had so many ideas for my Eldar outro that I already got it written? I had a feverish 20 minute period where I just typed like a madman. I have to work on my Marine outro as well....
Nah! I could literally post mine now because I was already out by the end of part 1, and wrote it the week after, checking with Smudge what what and wasn't okay.
I just can't really justify jumping right in with it after that blockbuster.
Also there's a final word from Smudge to come from the cargo hold of the Sovereign.
War Kitten wrote:I already posted it. I am not a patient man if you couldn't tell already. I'm interested to see what happens with your Rogue Trader
I'm just tidying up, and I'll post it.
I didn't know Shepphard was retiring to Trisburg. It doesn't change a great deal as I wasn't making a power grab there, but returning to assist. It just means I have to write in a reason that Ed wouldn't be murdered on sight.
I managed to go full circle with a couple of references.
Tactical_Spam wrote:Le Crusade of Fury is over a day early...
Eh, I just realised I lost most of my secondary characters, guess it would'Ve been weird for everyone to be alive during the 5 years between the 2 Crusades, the life of a Scion is typically a short one.
Tactical_Spam wrote: Welp... I am glad I pulled out when I did... Seems all went to feth in the end.
You know what they say about every vote counting. You could have tipped the scales.
Everyone point and boo at Tammy for losing us the battle.
The NO would have nuked the planet you were on in a heart beat if Ryus didn't go full heretic. NO fleet would have used extreme prejudice. None would live.
For the sake of not cramming everything into one piece, I'm now having a shorter, 2 part farewell.
One explaining intent, the other actually waving off.
Great work BC. I love the ending with Mordos just fething with Marcus by telling him that his jailor is going to be rebuilding his planet.
I'm curious what Smudge will add with the Sovereign as well. I'm hesitant to do any major work for the Histans until I see it, because I'm not sure what it will add. I'll do some skeleton work for it, but I am not sure how fleshed out I want it to be for now.
Also, are there any specific injuries on the Histans I should take note of? I know they're all worse for wear, but I don't recall anything like a missing eye or limb.
Some of them might be left with a scrambled brain back on some planet, they failed the Scion training and survived. Might not be that many of them and they won't be in good shape, either.
I just asked Smudge to do Marcus' final words when he has time. I was unsure how that'd work, but now Mordos has lit the fuse, so to speak...
So you may write anything for the Histans or Ed taking them home.
Reynard was never going to try and lead in Trisburg, he's viewing it as his penitence rather than empire building.
The only reason Marcus is in a modified cargo container is that he'd drive the security and Dekkal up the wall if he was in the main brig.
Ah, I see. For some reason I assumed it would be a second summary of what happened overall, but looking back I'm not quite sure why I thought that. Well, I suppose I should start working on my outro for the Histans. So much for the final grand feast with all of the truly loyalist forces, eh?
Im even more pumped for COF2, if 1 ended in such a badass way, then 2 would do the same. ONLY BIGGER! AND WITH MORE EXPLOSIONS! LIKE MICHAEL BAY-GRADE EXPLOSIONS! AND CHUCK NORRIS! AND OTHER ICONIC BADASSES!
All in all, superb writing from everybody, and i look forward to participating.
Sgt. Vanden wrote: Im even more pumped for COF2, if 1 ended in such a badass way, then 2 would do the same. ONLY BIGGER! AND WITH MORE EXPLOSIONS! LIKE MICHAEL BAY-GRADE EXPLOSIONS! AND CHUCK NORRIS! AND OTHER ICONIC BADASSES!
All in all, superb writing from everybody, and i look forward to participating.
If the posts in this topic are anything to go by, CoF2 will be TS sat in a deck chair on his porch yelling, "Get off my lawn!" to anyone who tries to enter orbit.
While chazz sits indoors at the birthday party wondering why nobody has turned up for cake.
Finally got a chance to read and I gotta say that was badass. Poor Sheppard pretty much everyone left him to deal with the mess and I think he was the only loyalist to know exactly what happened cus the rest of the survivors were either traitors or had their minds wiped. Great work Smudge
Leqat shepard made something of it all. Made a governor of a planet. Not beat one but still.
Though you missed one thing, jluius or acting captain did promise to meet karak at maggage. Unless I try to write that .
Oh yeah. Part two. Faeewells pending.
You doing a second chunk?
I thought nice ending would be Julius meeting karak on a balcony off libiary of patolomy is it?
And two playing regicide as the maggage sun rises over a distant mountain.
Didn't the Histans (as in, my handful of named characters, not all of them) and Julius leave without getting mindwiped? They did go incognito and get to the Sovereign.
Sgt. Vanden wrote: Im even more pumped for COF2, if 1 ended in such a badass way, then 2 would do the same. ONLY BIGGER! AND WITH MORE EXPLOSIONS! LIKE MICHAEL BAY-GRADE EXPLOSIONS! AND CHUCK NORRIS! AND OTHER ICONIC BADASSES!
All in all, superb writing from everybody, and i look forward to participating.
If the posts in this topic are anything to go by, CoF2 will be TS sat in a deck chair on his porch yelling, "Get off my lawn!" to anyone who tries to enter orbit.
While chazz sits indoors at the birthday party wondering why nobody has turned up for cake.
The real question is, did I say it 6 times or 7 because in all of this confusion, I forgot myself.
Oh Smudge, that was beautiful! Thanks to everyone who took part in the crusade. I know I came in quite late, but I enjoyed it all the same. My outro is a WIP and will be up some time today.
I wasn't expecting quite so many positive replies! Thank you for that, makes all those hours spent writing it all worth it.
jhe90 wrote:Leqat shepard made something of it all. Made a governor of a planet. Not beat one but still.
Though you missed one thing, jluius or acting captain did promise to meet karak at maggage. Unless I try to write that .
Oh yeah. Part two. Faeewells pending.
You doing a second chunk?
I thought nice ending would be Julius meeting karak on a balcony off libiary of patolomy is it?
And two playing regicide as the maggage sun rises over a distant mountain.
Julius makes it back with the remainder of his company, albeit a little traumatised.
Aurelius and his men never made it back. So, your duel with Aurelius will need to wait until the Sorcerer returns him.
2BlackJack1 wrote:Didn't the Histans (as in, my handful of named characters, not all of them) and Julius leave without getting mindwiped? They did go incognito and get to the Sovereign.
Yes, both the Ultramarine 3rd, the Histans and the Death Ravens were able to flee the battle and take refuge in a friendly ship. That ship passed them on to the Reforged Sovereign during a supply run, and the Sovereign escorted the escaped men to their homeworlds.
However, due to the traumatic events, and the lack of evidence any of the escapees could produce, no-one decided to press any charges against the new lords, who now outrank even Chapter Masters, due to their position.
Kharne the Befriender wrote:I'm still figuring out what happened to my Necrons...
Took large casualties on the ground battle vs the Orks, Tallarn and Cadians, and from the void war. Only some of Kageros' elite were able to support Archarus' siege, and had to pull out and rebuild at the Tomb World. They are currently lying low, avoiding Imperial retribution.
2BlackJack1 wrote:I'm curious what Smudge will add with the Sovereign as well. I'm hesitant to do any major work for the Histans until I see it, because I'm not sure what it will add. I'll do some skeleton work for it, but I am not sure how fleshed out I want it to be for now.
Also, are there any specific injuries on the Histans I should take note of? I know they're all worse for wear, but I don't recall anything like a missing eye or limb.
As far as I know, the only permanent injury I had was Vayden losing a leg when they cut him out of his Sentinel.
And Captain Julius losing both his legs. And still wrecking face on a Valkyrie run.
Buttery Commissar wrote:I just asked Smudge to do Marcus' final words when he has time. I was unsure how that'd work, but now Mordos has lit the fuse, so to speak...
So you may write anything for the Histans or Ed taking them home.
Yeah, 2BJ1, you're welcome to write up your Histan ending. I'm not completely sure how I'll do Marcus' final words, but I can work on it.
Ezra Tyrius wrote:The final battle with Archarus was immensely satisfying to read, your portrayal of the Sorcerer was an absolute joy to behold
I'll have to think long and hard to come up with quotes that top this amount of badassery, though:
“Your Blood God already knows of me, Warsmith Archarus. You will only know me as the Sorcerer.”
Thank you very much. I always found your Sorcerer to be one of my favourite characters, but I was always so worried about writing for him. I'm glad you think I did him justice.
I'd also like to thank everyone for their contributions to this Crusade, it was an amazing experience which I truly enjoyed from start to finish
Agreed. This has been a massive undertaking, and worth every minute.
Thank you all.
(I also appear to have lost my record of the Death Ravens and Remnants. Oops )
Really, the only one that truly mattered was the winner, who was Tainted's Tallarn, who won by getting within 1! Everyone allied with them (Scions and Faustian traitors) got the overall win, and everyone else lost to varying degrees.
In the first roll I did, my own forces and the Tallarn drew, both ending up 7 spaces away from the goal of 20. However, due to popular demand, I rerolled, and the Tallarn claimed the win.
Bobthehero wrote: Nice, although it did feel like a lost to me at some point, lots of dead guys.
Eh, I guess that's what the new Schola we built is for
Agreed, and you also get a lot of brainwashed Cadians and Faustians to join your ranks! To be honest, the Scions and Tallarn had the best outcomes in the battle, where nearly every other force was near wiped out.
I like that ending, chazz. Very human, and glad to see that some people had a happy ending after all that happened. I'm sure something could be said about the Crusade and real life, but I'll leave that to the philosophers amongst us.
My Eldar came out of the Crusade ok. I lost one of my main characters, but Archarus was killed, and that was my goal. Plus something else came out of it, anyone who bothered to read the Eldar outro knows what that is
War Kitten wrote: My Eldar came out of the Crusade ok. I lost one of my main characters, but Archarus was killed, and that was my goal. Plus something else came out of it, anyone who bothered to read the Eldar outro knows what that is
True, but losing the love of your life isn't exactly a wonderful outcome, and having a good portion of your ground forces killed is bad too.
I can always replace my numbers. So I still call it a win.
I'll write on my recovery of Rak'Than's 'corpse'. Seeing that I was going to have the derelict legion play a role with him and now they're out I'll just bring him back.
In the 5 years between the Crusades, should I post that with my Outro or my Intro?
Reading the ending for COF1 inspired me to rewrite my intro for my chapter, and pretty much put the first piece i put up as background information. Mind if i post it here?
Go for it, the other thread won't be open until a few days from now I'd imagine, for the sake of last minute outros being made, and that would give us plenty of time to give you feedback.
He readied his crozius, he would have need of it once more. The coming battle was to be hard. Traitor Astartes were holed up in a church dedicated to the Emperor, and Iodius hated the guardsmen for letting them go that far. The guard fell back under the slaughter of the Black Legion. They should've died there with their honour, instead of abandoning their posts and letting these heathens pollute the Emperor's holy place. The pilot of the Thunderhawk 'Spear of Thraxes' could be heard over Iodius' vox.
"Twenty seconds to target Brother-Chaplain."
"My thanks Mikelus, drop us off then go back to base. We will notify Thunderhawk 'Vex Calisum' for pick up." Iodius did not have to wait for the pilot's acknowledgement, it was not required. Mikelus would do as he was told. He looked upon the 9 warriors standing in the crew compartment of the thunderhawk, all wearing jump-packs. This was not advised by the Codex Astartes, but they had no other choice. All other attempts to take back the church from ground forces was pushed back in less than 3 hours.
"Brothers, these traitors have defiled the sacred sanctity of one of the Emperor's holy places. This will not, this shall not, stand. We shall descend upon them like angels of the Emperor and show them His justice. Show no mercy, for they shall not give any themselves." Iodius began the Litany of Hate, and his warriors chanted with him even as they dropped from the moving thunderhawk.
The distance between them and their target was closing, the roof of the church being 300 metres away now. Iodius gripped the hilt of Herald of His Will tightly. Iodius had been in possession of this crozius arcanum for almost 300 years, and he was not about to lose it now. It had seen the deaths of thousands of heretics, xenos and even daemons. 150 metres. He activated the rune in his helmet that indicated to his warriors to activate jump packs, not that they needed it. In check, his brothers activated them, and Iodius waited until the very last moment to activate his own, wanting the traitors to feel his coming a lot more than hear it. Iodius crashed through the ceiling of the church and straight onto a bewildered Black Legionnaire. The impact killed him straight away, leaving only a crater where his head was. Iodius was off bounding towards the traitors before they knew what hit them. Iodius's brothers were close behind him, crushing a further 3 traitors beneath their boots. Even though Iodius's warriors had the element of surprise, they were still outnumbered, and the Black Legionnaires were regaining the advantage. Brother Hugio was brought down by bolter fire, where brother Tavros had his body cleaved in two by a massive chainaxe, wielded by an aspiring champion of chaos. Iodius caved in the face of the nearest chaos marine, and put a bolt round through the face of another. Sergeant Klaudious blocked the aspiring champions axe with his combat shield, before striking back with the tip of his power sword. The blade sliced through his armour, and embedded itself deep inside the chaos champion. He fell back with a grunt, but the sergeant gave no room to breathe, driving the sword even deeper and ripping side wards, ripping out of the Traitors side. He finished off with a quick cut to the throat, silencing his curses for good. Iodius lost sight of the sergeant as two traitor astartes tackled the sergeant out of sight, through a wall. Brother Quintus was scythed down by increasing bolter fire, Iodius saw 7 traitors forming a firing line. A bolt hit Iodius in his crozius arm, and he felt it detonate. He was flung back by the impact, yet still not losing his grip on Herald of His Will. It was over. The element of surprise was lost, and the numbers were against them nearly 3-1. Iodius gave a roar of rage as he realized he was going to finally die. The roar was cut short by unimaginably loud gunfire, but not from the church.
Bullets flew through the ceiling of the church, and paved a way to the traitors forming the firing line, 2 managed to hurl themselves from its path, but the rest were not as fortunate. The heavy caliber shells tore the Legionnaires to ribbons, some shells struck the ammunition they were storing in that side of the church. Its ignition scythed down the two that found cover, and another one in the blast radius. A voice could be heard over Iodius's vox, and the familiar voice of Mikelus sounded in his ear.
"Sorry Chaplain, but I think I forgot to give these traitors my welcome to planet Oxion before I left." He mused. The pilot had guts, and that’s why Iodius liked him so much. He had natural skill, and Iodius believed that he was just waiting for the right opportunity to strike the traitors, not that he would tell Mikelus, It would hurt his feelings, being that gullible. A total 8 traitors had been killed by Iodius's warriors, Mikelus's strafing run claiming another 8, 9 remained, the odds had been evened, and Iodius would not give the traitors time to regroup. He launched himself at another Legionnaire, one that bore a mark of Khorne. The Khornate responded by slicing at Iodius with his ragged tooth chainsword. Iodius ducked underneath the wild swing and hammered his crozius into the traitor’s torso, stunning him, and leaving him easy prey for Iodius's return stroke. It caught the traitor on the back of his head, and made a dull sound as it connected. Iodius was of looking for more heathens to smite before the body hit the ground. Brother Nerelon fell beside Iodius, his breastplate caved in. Iodius turned to see the glowing form of yet another champion of Khorne, this time with a powerfist. Iodius barely sidestepped the first attack before he was buffeted by the second strike, which sent him flying backwards into the statue of the Emperor. He looked up to see the champion bounding towards him. He met the third strike head on, and turned the fist aside with his crozius, Iodius punched the champion in his exposed face. Iodius continued his barrage of attacks, though the champion regained his posture and began parrying Iodius's attacks with equal vigor. Iodius bit his tongue as the champion brought his powerfist down onto his knee, shattering the bone. Iodius fell to his knees, only to have the Khornate plant a foot on his chest, and push back. Iodius fell onto his back, the full weight of the warrior on him. His chestplate buckled, and would not hold for very long. Then the weight was gone. He opened his eyes to see Brother-Sergeant Klaudious wrestling with the Khornate. Klaudious's arm that held the combat shield was hanging loosely at his side, with no sign of the shield. Iodius saw Klaudious struggling with something, a melta bomb, his fingers were fumbling for the timer to set. The Khornate pushed Klaudious off of him, and threw a wild haymaker at the sergeant. Klaudious barely dodged it, but instead of falling back under the salvo of attacks he was about to receive, he jumped towards them. With a speed Iodius had never seen by one who suffered so many wounds, Klaudious attached the melta bomb to the Khornates chestplate, before embracing him and activating his jump-pack. Iodius saw them both fly up and out of the ceiling, then hearing a loud explosion moments later. He felt the shockwave from the melta bombs detonation wash over him, and a body dropped back down of the hole. Iodius limped over to see it was the still-breathing form of Klaudious.
"By the Emperor Brother, how'd you manage to live through that?" Gasped Iodius as he helped the wounded veteran up.
"Kicked the bastard away before it blew, can't say I gave it enough time to detonate though...But hey, hindsight would've helped a lot of people..." Klaudious managed. The front half of his armour was melted off, only through extreme stubbornness was Klaudious able to stay conscious. Another Battle-Brother fell, Brother Tulius, judging by the distinct kill markings on his bolter. His killer was in turn killed by vengeful space marines. The last Black Legionnaire fell. The battle had been won. The sergeant now being in the care of his squad, Iodius kneeled in front of the pristine statue of the Emperor. Gave thanks for the lives of his warriors, and a prayer for those who had fallen this day. Their names would be remembered.
Iodius ran a hand through his greying black hair. The geneseed extraction was complete, and the bodies of the four warriors who had fallen were onboard the 'Vex Calisum'. The remained of the squad, barring Sergeant Klaudious, who had insisted he sit with the fallen to say his farewell to them, sat aboard the 'Spear of Thraxes'. Brother Manorian sat with half an arm, Brother Fallion would never walk on organic legs again and Brother Sevanus would never see out of his right eye without bionics. The remainder of the squad sat with relatively miniscule wounds, Iodius himself would need reconstruction on his left knee. Just another wound Iodius suffered over the 350 years of battle. His bionic eye automatically put another entry on a spread sheet he had made 150 years prior to this engagement. On it were all of the wounds he had suffered, and by whom. Left eye: Bionics was the first on the list. Kroot Shaper was written next to it. Further down the list, minor wounds such as broken bones were tabbed en-masse, as they needed little recognition. Iodius subconsciously reached up and traced the scar that went across his bionic eye. Little did Iodius know, was that a lot more entries were going to be input into the list in the next 24 months.
As Iodius reached the bridge of the battle-barge 'Lucifus Tempestus', he was greeted by his new Chapter-Master Aladar, Captain Ceasar Xenthes and one unknown figure clad in black.
"Ah Chaplain, I hear you were successful in the eviction of the Black Legion." Aladar exclaimed.
"Aye, they shall think twice before defiling another sacred place of the Emperor." Iodius replied. He was in a bad mood. His prayer had been disturbed by this visitor, and he wanted to know why. "Might I ask, Milord, who this may be?" He gestured to the figure.
"Do not be worried by me, I am simply a servant of the Emperor. And I sincerely doubt they will even think if they’re going to defile anything else, heretics don’t think. They are simply animals you are sent to kill. Nothing more." The figure explained.
"So I see stranger, I will choose to ignore your last comment, however, not all servants of the God-Emperor are allowed onto the bridge of a battle-barge and demand audience with the Chapters highest ranking members." Iodius raised his voice, his anger clearly apparent. "Now show yourself before I come over there and show you one of our MANY airlocks. Speak quickly. For my patience wears thin."
"As you wish Chaplain..." He sighed and lifted his cowl, revealing a shaven head with a tattoo of an 'I' on his forehead. "I, am an Inquisitor Haden Gisbert of the Ordos Hereticus. And your chapter has been reassigned."
Captain Ceasar tilted his head towards Iodius, who stood with a fire in his eyes. His hate for Inquisitors was apparent. Very apparent. Almost leaning towards treason…Ceasar would have to make conversation about how to be subtle…But that could wait, they had more pressing matters to attend now.
"Told you it was important." Captain Ceasar mused.
Well, as I work on my Histan outro, I'm not sure if I'll end up with a bunch of bitter and hardened veterans, or some group of people hanging on to what they have left, and manage to at least crack a reluctant smile as they look at what they have left, and see that they can still rebuild their regiment.
2BlackJack1 wrote: Well, as I work on my Histan outro, I'm not sure if I'll end up with a bunch of bitter and hardened veterans, or some group of people hanging on to what they have left, and manage to at least crack a reluctant smile as they look at what they have left, and see that they can still rebuild their regiment.
Bitter and hardened would be interesting to work with if you write the rebuilding, but hopeful guard are fun guard too, so it depends on what you think should happen to their future. I think it depends on the character. To embrace the suck or not. I'd write mine bitter and battle hardened based on the gak they've seen.
2BlackJack1 wrote: Well, as I work on my Histan outro, I'm not sure if I'll end up with a bunch of bitter and hardened veterans, or some group of people hanging on to what they have left, and manage to at least crack a reluctant smile as they look at what they have left, and see that they can still rebuild their regiment.
I think smiling.
It takes a lot more resolve to stay upbeat, and can cover a lot of pain and anger you can unleash later. On the face of it for example, the Tanith are quite upbeat, but they lost their home, and are a dying race.
2BlackJack1 wrote: Well, as I work on my Histan outro, I'm not sure if I'll end up with a bunch of bitter and hardened veterans, or some group of people hanging on to what they have left, and manage to at least crack a reluctant smile as they look at what they have left, and see that they can still rebuild their regiment.
I think smiling.
It takes a lot more resolve to stay upbeat, and can cover a lot of pain and anger you can unleash later. On the face of it for example, the Tanith are quite upbeat, but they lost their home, and are a dying race.
Lovely outtro, chazz.
I love the Tanith. That series was quite frankly one of the best (if not the best) 40k series that I ever read. (it's right next to the Ciaphas Cain series for me)
I do like the upbeat idea more of the two, to be honest. It's more true to the Histans, who were joking around after the Knife of Hista fell, and when they were defending the slobs of Novus Regulus. Sure, this is worse than either of those, but they're a strong willed group. Besides, I can't let those traitors get all of the wins, can I? After a few (Ok, a lot) of drinks, and a war against some aliens, the Histans will have raised their morale again, and go on to be the meatshields of a different war.
Nicely done Kharne, and also great intro Vanden, just read it again.
WK, without trying to step on your toes too much for your marine outro, I assume it would be alright for me to have a dialogue snippet of Detta talking with Julius? I don't think it'd be right for the two to go their separate ways without at least a going away party, or something to commemorate their combined actions.
2BlackJack1 wrote: Nicely done Kharne, and also great intro Vanden, just read it again.
WK, without trying to step on your toes too much for your marine outro, I assume it would be alright for me to have a dialogue snippet of Detta talking with Julius? I don't think it'd be right for the two to go their separate ways without at least a going away party, or something to commemorate their combined actions.
To be honest I had no ideas for my Marine outro, beyond having Julius be talking to Karak back on Macragge about what happened. Go ahead.
2BlackJack1 wrote: Nicely done Kharne, and also great intro Vanden, just read it again.
WK, without trying to step on your toes too much for your marine outro, I assume it would be alright for me to have a dialogue snippet of Detta talking with Julius? I don't think it'd be right for the two to go their separate ways without at least a going away party, or something to commemorate their combined actions.
I don't know whether to include a little future or not in my last word, like chazz and smudge did.
If I did it would only follow Reynard, and his optimism of what could be the future.
As Ed is coming back in 2, it could be a nice contrast between hopes and reality.
So now I have to worry about Kharne trying to kill me, and Vanden trying to steal the child of my main character? Feth that's harsh. I think I'd rather go fight Kharne
and, though I'm not sure how far the deep striking capabilities of flayed ones extend to, if it's far enough I could just teleport a Flayer one in. Especially if kharne had necrons nearby. Correct me if I'm wrong though 
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