Crusade of Fury (Chat room/OOC)

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**Kharne the Befriender**

Tactical_Spam wrote:
Kharne the Befriender wrote:
I'm talking battle field salvage, not relics.

I have my small 5-10 man infiltration team for relics

Close, it's the Kageros Dynasty.

And I'm currently revising the fluff, but Voor'Han is a creation world, similar in function to a forgeworld. And in the last crusade I was able to get it online to the point of making Forges and Jackals... But sadly not cruisers or harvesters

Again, your CSM would do better by themselves. Necron's aren't the stealthiest species in the galaxy

Stealthy enough to melt adamantium beams...

**Tactical_Spam**

Kharne the Befriender wrote:
Tactical_Spam wrote:
Kharne the Befriender wrote:
I'm talking battle field salvage, not relics.

I have my small 5-10 man infiltration team for relics

Close, it's the Kageros Dynasty.

And I'm currently revising the fluff, but Voor'Han is a creation world, similar in function to a forgeworld. And in the last crusade I was able to get it online to the point of making Forges and Jackals... But sadly not cruisers or harvesters

Again, your CSM would do better by themselves. Necron's aren't the stealthiest species in the galaxy

Stealthy enough to melt adamantium beams...

They don't melt then, they reduce them to their constitute atoms

**Kharne the Befriender**

TS, which ship is your favorite in this next crusade?

**Tactical_Spam**

Kharne the Befriender wrote:
TS, which ship is your favorite in this next crusade?

Kharne, you do remember that I am one of the GMs and that all ships are NPC?

**Kharne the Befriender**

Tactical_Spam wrote:
Kharne the Befriender wrote:
TS, which ship is your favorite in this next crusade?

Kharne, you do remember that I am one of the GMs and that all ships are NPC?

I mean flyer wise. Like a fire raptor or a valkyrie for example. Maybe a thunderhawk or stormbird

**Tactical_Spam**

Kharne the Befriender wrote:
Tactical_Spam wrote:
Kharne the Befriender wrote:
TS, which ship is your favorite in this next crusade?

Kharne, you do remember that I am one of the GMs and that all ships are NPC?

I mean flyer wise. Like a fire raptor or a valkyrie for example. Maybe a thunderhawk or stormbird

I meant I am the GM. No meta shenanigans.

**Ezra Tyrius**

Wait, why are CSM working with the Necrons again?

**Kharne the Befriender**

Ezra Tyrius wrote:
Wait, why are CSM working with the Necrons again?

They're more like renegades. Most accurate description would be Black Shields.

And why? I'm not quite sure on that yet. I'm hammering it out though

**Tactical_Spam**

Kharne the Befriender wrote:
Ezra Tyrius wrote:
Wait, why are CSM working with the Necrons again?

They're more like renegades. Most accurate description would be Black Shields.

And why? I'm not quite sure on that yet. I'm hammering it out though

They are CSM. You are either Loyal to the Emperor and not chaos or you are against him and chaos. There is no middle.

**aldo**

EDIT:misclicked, now I have to write the post again,

**Ezra Tyrius**

Well, if I may make a suggestion, they could be renegade Iron Hands who become enthralled to the Necrons, whom they believe to be the ultimate creation of the Omnissiah or something. Them just working with the Necrons 'just because' sounds a bit odd to me as well, in my honest opinion

**Tactical_Spam**

You didn't need to post every detail about your force, but alright. I would also like to tell you that this isn't a game more so than a story.

**Tactical_Spam**

Ezra Tyrius wrote:
Well, if I may make a suggestion, they could be renegade Iron Hands who become enthralled to the Necrons, whom they believe to be the ultimate creation of the Omnissiah or something. Them just working with the Necrons 'just because' sounds a bit odd to me as well, in my honest opinion

Not even the Admech would go as far as to say the Necrons are the Omnissiah....

**Ezra Tyrius**

I thought there was at least a sub-faction of the Mechanicus that was a little bit too interested in Necron tech, but that may have been fan-fiction.

Nonetheless, I think it's something that could happen. It's a big galaxy with a lot of people with dodgy sanity and sense, after all

**Kharne the Befriender**

Tactical_Spam wrote:
Ezra Tyrius wrote:
Well, if I may make a suggestion, they could be renegade Iron Hands who become enthralled to the Necrons, whom they believe to be the ultimate creation of the Omnissiah or something. Them just working with the Necrons 'just because' sounds a bit odd to me as well, in my honest opinion

Not even the Admech would go as far as to say the Necrons are the Omnissiah....

It's funny because void dragon

**aldo**

I misclicked, the post wasn't finished, and I know I didn't need to write that, but my OCD wouldn't let me sleep if I dind't nail down everything I was working with.

But as I killed my own post, it really was mostly about, are two regiments and a lil' artillery too much? considering my troops are worse than the standard IG, they don't even have proper lasrifles for Cthulu's sake! they have auxilia rifles, which are half as good!
Oh, and another question, can our forces receive reinforcements mid-campaign?

**Tactical_Spam**

Kharne the Befriender wrote:
Tactical_Spam wrote:
Ezra Tyrius wrote:
Well, if I may make a suggestion, they could be renegade Iron Hands who become enthralled to the Necrons, whom they believe to be the ultimate creation of the Omnissiah or something. Them just working with the Necrons 'just because' sounds a bit odd to me as well, in my honest opinion

Not even the Admech would go as far as to say the Necrons are the Omnissiah....

It's funny because void dragon

Void Who? He doesn't exist.

**aldo**

Necrons don't get along with unbroken C'tan thought, unless you are going with old Necrons, who don't get along with living beings, so you gotta choose, either you go CSM BFF DantexAnrakyr erotic fanfic style or you go soulless killing machines looked at in awe and devotion by the redhood nerds.

**Irishpeacockz**

Here is my introduction guys ! This is my first time writing like this and i would love some feedback to improve, enjoy

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Faolan Gall sat on the command deck of his Battle Barge the Emperor's Teeth which now orbited Luna Maximus. He had been sent by the Great Hound to bring the Emperor's wrath to the enemies of the Imperium. He reflected on that meeting. He had just returned from a campaign in the Segmentum Ultima in putting down a rebellious planetary governor, simple mission with little to no complications. As he returned to Aspen the Great Hound summoned him almost as soon as he arrived. Faolan rushed to his lord's quarters, he was not a man to be kept waiting. As Faolan enter his lord's chamber the Great Hound was studying a dataslate with a look of scorn. His head rose as soon as he saw his brother.
“Greetings Faolan how was your latest mission ?"
“Trivial, frightened PDF mostly nothing challenging."
“ The Emperor's work is not always glorious brother, cowardice must be rooted out and purged and this time it was your duty, none the less there is more work to be done." The Great Hound handed Faolan the dataslate. “The Inquisition ? What do they demand of us now ? " asked Faolan with disgust who was frustrated even at the mention of the inquisition. “They request a strike force to be sent to Segmentum Obscurus, as it so happens you and the 4th pack just finished up in the Segmentum Ultima." The Great Hound pulled Faolan close and looked him directly into the eyes with a stare that brokered no argument, “ you know our stance with the inquisition. We ain't got the influence or strength to step on the inquisition's toes like our daring brothers in the space wolves, while your serving the emperor on this mission hold your tongue. I DON'T want any conflict between us and the inquisition. Am i clear ?" Faolan bowed low “yes my lord"
"Good, depart as soon as you are able and good luck brother, may the emperor watch over you"
“May he watch over us all"
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Back on the command deck it was a hub of activity, serfs at consoles maintaining the barge and servitors criss crossing the deck.Faolan called over a serf. “Any word on our scouts ?" “Scout squad Buile( pronounced bwilla) reported nothing but dense foliage at site alpha, Squad Fearg( pronounced far rug) reported similar results but spotted some feral orks. Still no word from Squad Seirbigh (prenounced sirvigh) sir may be due to the dense foliage but we are not sure" admitted the serf. “Keep me updated, as soon as those scouts report in i wanna know about it". He had sent out those squads for sign of xenos and a suitable place for a headquarters on the ground, all Faolan could do is play the waiting game.
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Scout Sergeant Turlach was bleeding, heavily. He patched up what he could with his limited knowledge of first aid but the choppa struck deep. He sat back against a rock with his combat shotgun at his side, panting.his Aspenian hound, Gair was either captured or ran off he didnt know, it was all a blur. One moment they were sulking throught the undergrowth when they spotted a clearing in the treeline. It seemed to be everything they were looking for access to water, defensible terrain and the most important thing that was available to them was signal. In the forest the foliage was so thick Turlach couldn't report to command. He tried time and time again ut gave up eventually, he decided that his squads only chance was to find the clearing they were searching for and try again. As they approached the clearing several ork boyz were spotted chanting and banging their choppas on the ground. At the center of the mob stood a shrine to either Gork or Mork with a Weirdboy as the de facto leader. From the treeline they tried to get a signal but no luck they had to get closer. Turlach commanded his scout to remain in the treeline to keep their aim on the ork filth. Turlach edged closer and closer until he got a lock on the Emperor's Teeth. “ Emperor's Teeth this is Scout Squad Seirbigh reporting in a clearing in the foliage at the following coordinates .." Before he could single out his position the Weirdboy emerged from the mob. The chanting had stopped. Turlach froze in place, eyes locked on the mob. The Weirdboy raised his head as if looking for something and turned around to look directly at Turlach raising his staff and shouting to his other boyz to attack. Turlach sprinted back to the treeline. Before he could reach it the trees lit up with crackling green energy exactly where his squad had once been. The reassuring sound of sniper rifles ensured that at least someone in his squad managed to manoeuvre out of the way. Turlach unslung his combat shotgun, turned and downed two boyz with ease. Boyz he could handle, that Weirdboy though was a different kettle of fish. As he was about to enter the treeline another blast of green energy took him off his feet. Bedore he could recover a boy jumped on top of him choppa flailing around. Turlach reached for his combat knife and thrusted until he felt the satisfaction of ork blood on his hands. As he recovered two more ork boyz charged him. He heard a whimper which must have been Gair and for a split second he was distracted but that was all it took. Both orks moved in and while turlach took one the other came and struck him right in his left side. Turlach broke the ork's arm, took out the crude choppa and managed to drive it into the ork's skull before his legs gave out from underneath him. The orks must have thought he was dead or prehaps they didn't care as when Turlach found the strength to pull himself together they were gone and his squad was slaughtered.

He manged to drag himself to a rock where he now found himself. He contacted command again but his words were weak, only being able to mutter the coordinates of the clearing. He sat there against the rock looking at the setting sun dotted with thunderhawks as it all faded to black ........

**War Kitten**

Nicely done. Now I may have to post part one of my Knight Intro.

**aldo**

It's pretty good, but I'd move the squad name pronuntiation notes to the bottom of the post, as reference note, as they interrupt the flow of the story.
Beyond that, you've just made me question my deployment place again, on one side IG are usually sent to be on the defensive, on the other combat landings are always awesome. Oh well, I'll work it out somehow.

**War Kitten**

Knight Intro Part One:

Spoiler:

For the first time in several years, the Knights of House Valorn marched to war. The four hulking Knights stood in lance formation on the docking ring of the orbital station above their home planet of Grael. A few weeks had passed since they had received the astropathic message from the Space Wolves requesting that House Valorn honor the debt owed to them, a debt that had been incurred centuries before by a Knight of House Valorn whose name was lost to the annals of time. After receiving the call, House Valorn became a madhouse, as Sacristans raced to ready the House’s venerable Knight suits for war. The proper offerings needed to be made, and the proper rituals of awakening performed. House Valorn had not recovered their full strength yet after the devastating loss of the bulk of their forces, including nearly all of their Scions in a brutal battle against the forces of Chaos. Tragically, House Valorn had been reduced to just 4 Scions, the weakest they had ever been. Not even after the horrors of the Heresy were they in such a weakened condition. Despite their desperate condition, House Valorn would not be the first to admit that they were in no shape to be marching to war. The Space Wolves had called for aid, and House Valorn would proudly answer the call to arms. Their honor was at stake, and the proud Knights of Valorn refused to let their weakness keep them from fighting their eternal crusade. There could be no rest, no pause. There could be only war.

Amanda Valorn turned her Knight suit to regard the armored forms of her siblings as they watched the approaching Space Wolf vessel grow steadily larger on the vid-screen. This would be their first campaign off world, as none of them had been old enough to go to war when all of the other Knights, including their own parents, had been killed in the line of duty. For Amanda the whole thing felt almost surreal. She had never before left the sanctity of her home keep, content to train and await the day that her parents and the other Elders of House Valorn stepped down and let Amanda and her siblings rise to carry on Valorn’s eternal crusade. And now here she was going off world to fight the enemies of the Imperium on a world she had never heard of. It took every ounce of willpower in her body to stand stoically still and wait for the Space Wolves to arrive. She had been waiting for her chance to fight ever since she was old enough to begin training with a sword. While other children were raised on fairy tales, or tales of chivalry, Amanda and her siblings were raised on tales of war. Tales of brave Knights fighting against the darkness that always threatened to engulf mankind and snuff them out for good. She was anxious for another reason, her older sister, Moira, had appointed her as the speaker for their House, and so it would up to her to negotiate with any of the other Imperial forces they would fight alongside, as well as represent House Valorn in most diplomatic situations. According to the data she had received a few short weeks ago, she and her siblings would have the honor of fighting alongside the Great Company of Ulfric Stormclaw. There was very little data on him in the Imperial Records, but what little there was indicated that he was a mighty warrior, one of the best that the Sons of Russ had to offer. It would be an honor to fight alongside him, and this Crusade would bring much prestige to House Valorn. Prestige that was badly needed after the crushing loss that House Valorn had suffered all those years ago. She shook herself mentally, there was precious little information on what they might encounter on the world that they were traveling to, but she could not let that slow her or her siblings down. The honor of her House MUST be restored. Many had thought her House weak after the crushing loss of all of their Elders against the foul forces of Chaos, and the actions of her and her siblings in this upcoming Crusade would be the only way that they could restore their reputation in the eyes of their fellows. She was jolted out of her thoughts when she noticed that the Astartes Strike Cruiser had docked with the orbital station, and that the route to the loading bay was clear. It had been determined that the Knights would store their suits in the loading bay of the Strike Cruiser, as that was the only area of the ship that was big enough to house the venerable suits. Before her or her siblings could even begin moving a pack of Space Wolves jogged into the loading bay of the orbital station where Amanda and her fellow Knights stood. By the markings on their shoulder pads Amanda knew that they were one of Stormclaw’s “Grey Hunter” packs. Their leader informed Amanda that it was his job to escort her and her fellows onto the Strike Cruiser. Bemused that the Wolves even thought they would need an escort, Amanda nevertheless accepted their offer, and the four Knights stomped their way onto the Space Wolf vessel, with their escorts tailing at their heels, shouting at the serfs in the loading bay to make way for the venerable war machines.
*later*
Amanda walked around the form of her Knight Lancer Unbroken one last time as the Sacristans made their final checks to ensure the war machine’s readiness for the coming crusade. By this time they were all used to the presence of the Noble inspecting their work, and so her presence caused little stir amongst the servants, indeed, many of them were pleased that the lady was taking so much interest in their work, for it meant that they were doing it well. That fact filled them with pride. Scattered around the loading bay she could see the forms of her brother and her sisters as they performed similar inspections of their Knight Suits. None of them dared take a chance that their wargear could become compromised on the battlefield. Complacency had led to the deaths of their parents on the battlefield, and the four of them had sworn that they would not suffer the same fate, and so each and every part of their Knights was inspected and blessed prior to them being loaded onto the mighty Space Wolf vessel. Just as Amanda was finishing her inspection of the clamps that were holding the towering suit to the deck one of the Space Wolf serfs jogged up to her and said “High Queen Moira?” Amanda smiled wryly as yet another person mistook her for her older sister Moira. The two of them did look quite similar admittedly, and the two of them had used this to their advantage many a time when they were young. Amanda could recall vividly all the times that they had switched places and caused the servants a great deal of consternation, to say nothing of what it did to their parents! She shook herself out of the pleasant memory and responded “No, I am not Moira, I am her sister Amanda, but I speak for House Valorn on this Crusade, what do you need?” Her candid response seemed to take the serf by surprise, but he swiftly recovered, something that Amanda considered admirable. Then the serf replied “Lord Stormclaw will see you now my lady, let me escort you to the meeting hall.” Amanda caught the eye of her siblings and gestured for them to join her. Whatever Stormclaw had to say would doubtless affect them all, so they would accompany her to the meeting. Just as she left the loading bay she caught a glimpse of a massive figure watching her, and something about that figure sent a shiver up her spine, but before she could get a better look she had been ushered out into the corridor. All along the walls of the vessel were Fenrisian Runes and symbols of the Chapter. The combined effect gave her the mental image of a Fenrisian Longboat. It seemed to be a trend with the items on this vessel. By appearance they appeared to be primitive, savage even, but it was merely a cover-up that hid the true lethality of the item. Just ahead of them was the audience chamber where Knight and Wolf would meet, and it was guarded by a pair of venerable Space Wolves. Amanda and her siblings nodded respectively at the warriors, and they paused for a moment to collect themselves. The guards allowed them their moment, before they opened the doors and ushered the Scions inside. It was time for the meeting to begin.

**VladimirUhl**

I choose... Heartless killing machines... with the added benefit of obsessive skin reaping disorder.

**2BlackJack1**

Nicely done, WK. It will be cool to see the nervousness of your knights, but they'll still be capable of murdering hordes of enemies. Also, it seems they'll need Falkon more than I thought, if some pilots never even deployed off world before.

**Irishpeacockz**

War Kitten wrote:
Knight Intro Part One:

Spoiler:

For the first time in several years, the Knights of House Valorn marched to war. The four hulking Knights stood in lance formation on the docking ring of the orbital station above their home planet of Grael. A few weeks had passed since they had received the astropathic message from the Space Wolves requesting that House Valorn honor the debt owed to them, a debt that had been incurred centuries before by a Knight of House Valorn whose name was lost to the annals of time. After receiving the call, House Valorn became a madhouse, as Sacristans raced to ready the House’s venerable Knight suits for war. The proper offerings needed to be made, and the proper rituals of awakening performed. House Valorn had not recovered their full strength yet after the devastating loss of the bulk of their forces, including nearly all of their Scions in a brutal battle against the forces of Chaos. House Valorn had been reduced to 4 Scions, the weakest they had ever been in the entirety of their history. Not even after the horrors of the Heresy were they in such a weakened condition. They were in no shape to be marching to war. Nevertheless, the Space Wolves had called for aid, and House Valorn would proudly answer the call to arms. Their honor was at stake, and the proud Knights of Valorn refused to let their weakness keep them from fighting their eternal crusade. There could be no rest, no pause. There could be only war.
Amanda Valorn turned her suit to regard the armored forms of her siblings as they watched the approaching Space Wolf vessel grow steadily larger on the vid-screen. This would be their first campaign off world, as none of them had been old enough to go to war when all of the other Knights, including their own parents, had been killed in the line of duty. For Amanda the whole thing felt almost surreal. She had never before left the sanctity of her home keep, content to train and await the day that her parents and the other Elders of House Valorn stepped down and let Amanda and her siblings rise to carry on Valorn’s eternal crusade. And now here she was going off world to fight the enemies of the Imperium on a world she had never heard of. It took every ounce of willpower in her body to stand stoically still and wait for the Space Wolves to arrive. She had been waiting for her chance to fight ever since she was old enough to begin training with a sword. While other children were raised on fairy tales, or tales of chivalry, Amanda and her siblings were raised on tales of war. Tales of brave Knights fighting against the darkness that always threatened to engulf mankind and snuff them out for good. She was anxious for another reason, her older sister, Moira, had appointed her as the speaker for their House, and so it would up to her to negotiate with any of the other Imperial forces they would fight alongside, as well as represent House Valorn in most diplomatic situations. According to the data she had received a few short weeks ago, she and her siblings would have the honor of fighting alongside the Great Company of Ulfric Stormclaw. There was very little data on him in the Imperial Records, but what little there was indicated that he was a mighty warrior, one of the best that the Sons of Russ had to offer. It would be an honor to fight alongside him, and this Crusade would bring much prestige to House Valorn. Prestige that was badly needed after the crushing loss that House Valorn had suffered all those years ago. She shook herself mentally, there was precious little information on what they might encounter on the world that they were traveling to, but she could not let that slow her or her siblings down. The honor of her House MUST be restored. Many had thought her House weak after the crushing loss of all of their Elders against the foul forces of Chaos, and the actions of her and her siblings in this upcoming Crusade would be the only way that they could restore their reputation in the eyes of their fellows. She was jolted out of her thoughts when she noticed that the Astartes Strike Cruiser had docked with the orbital station, and that the route to the loading bay was clear. It had been determined that the Knights would store their suits in the loading bay of the Strike Cruiser, as that was the only area of the ship that was big enough to house the venerable suits. Before her or her siblings could even begin moving a pack of Space Wolves jogged into the loading bay of the orbital station where Amanda and her fellow Knights stood. By the markings on their shoulder pads Amanda knew that they were one of Stormclaw’s “Grey Hunter” packs. Their leader informed Amanda that it was his job to escort her and her fellows onto the Strike Cruiser. Bemused that the Wolves even thought they would need an escort, Amanda nevertheless accepted their offer, and the four Knights stomped their way onto the Space Wolf vessel, with their escorts tailing at their heels, shouting at the serfs in the loading bay to make way for the venerable war machines.
*later*
Amanda walked around the form of her Knight Lancer Unbroken one last time as the Sacristans made their final checks to ensure the war machine’s readiness for the coming crusade. By this time they were all used to the presence of the Noble inspecting their work, and so her presence caused little stir amongst the servants, indeed, many of them were pleased that the lady was taking so much interest in their work, for it meant that they were doing it well. That fact filled them with pride. Scattered around the loading bay she could see the forms of her brother and her sisters as they performed similar inspections of their Knight Suits. None of them dared take a chance that their wargear could become compromised on the battlefield. Complacency had led to the deaths of their parents on the battlefield, and the four of them had sworn that they would not suffer the same fate, and so each and every part of their Knights was inspected and blessed prior to them being loaded onto the mighty Space Wolf vessel. Just as Amanda was finishing her inspection of the clamps that were holding the towering suit to the deck one of the Space Wolf serfs jogged up to her and said “High Queen Moira?” Amanda smiled wryly as yet another person mistook her for her older sister Moira. The two of them did look quite similar admittedly, and the two of them had used this to their advantage many a time when they were young. Amanda could recall vividly all the times that they had switched places and caused the servants a great deal of consternation, to say nothing of what it did to their parents! She shook herself out of the pleasant memory and responded “No, I am not Moira, I am her sister Amanda, but I speak for House Valorn on this Crusade, what do you need?” Her candid response seemed to take the serf by surprise, but he swiftly recovered, something that Amanda considered admirable. Then the serf replied “Lord Stormclaw will see you now my lady, let me escort you to the meeting hall.” Amanda caught the eye of her siblings and gestured for them to join her. Whatever Stormclaw had to say would doubtless affect them all, so they would accompany her to the meeting. Just as she left the loading bay she caught a glimpse of a massive figure watching her, and something about that figure sent a shiver up her spine, but before she could get a better look she had been ushered out into the corridor. All along the walls of the vessel were Fenrisian Runes and symbols of the Chapter. The combined effect gave her the mental image of a Fenrisian Longboat. It seemed to be a trend with the items on this vessel. By appearance they appeared to be primitive, savage even, but it was merely a cover-up that hid the true lethality of the item. Just ahead of them was the audience chamber where Knight and Wolf would meet, and it was guarded by a pair of venerable Space Wolves. Amanda and her siblings nodded respectively at the warriors, and they paused for a moment to collect themselves. The guards allowed them their moment, before they opened the doors and ushered the Scions inside. It was time for the meeting to begin.

Nice work War Kitten

**War Kitten**

2BlackJack1 wrote:
Nicely done, WK. It will be cool to see the nervousness of your knights, but they'll still be capable of murdering hordes of enemies. Also, it seems they'll need Falkon more than I thought, if some pilots never even deployed off world before.

That's sort of what I intended. My Scions have been training since they were old enough to wield a sword, but none of them have ever been off world. They were being groomed by their family (the "elders") to take their places as the crusaders of House Valorn, but then all the other Knights of the House died. So now my green Knights are being called to war. So yes, Falkon might be needed, he's a veteran warrior compared to them.

**Bobthehero**

Scions? What Scions?

**War Kitten**

Bobthehero wrote:
Scions? What Scions?

Knight Pilots are referred to as Scions.

**Kharne the Befriender**

Nice job Irish/WK

Great reads

**Tainted**

Tactical_Spam wrote:
They are CSM. You are either Loyal to the Emperor and not chaos or you are against him and chaos. There is no middle.

Not true. It's possible to go renegade without turning to chaos. Just look at the Badab war as an example. Anyone can decide they don't like the Imperium, but that doesn't necessarily mean they're going to start worshipping the dark gods.