Crusade of Fury (Chat room/OOC)

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**War Kitten**

Yep. I based that on the fact that Smudge said that the traitors basically have diplomatic immunity, such that even a Chapter Master of a First Founding Chapter can do sweet feth all about it.

**Kharne the Befriender**

I hope we'll eventually be able to do 3 factions...

I want to bring in my Khornate Lord Ghordahn Rhamsey

**2BlackJack1**

Sounds like he'd be good with a knife.

**Kharne the Befriender**

2BlackJack1 wrote:
Sounds like he'd be good with a knife.

He insults Plasma users and his enemies in combat

"You call that Plasma? That Armor is so undercooked it's raw!"
"Sorry my Lord?"
"Sorry? Sorry doesn't cook that armor right!"

**Buttery Commissar**

2BlackJack1 wrote:
I am, WK is working on his marines, and I believe BC has another part of his RT. (I'm losing track of time these last couple days, so feel free to correct me if I'm wrong on any of this.)

I'm working on my Histan outro, and I expect to finish it sometime today. I just have been trying to fit characters into it without blatantly smashing them into it, that worked with my Kroot intro because it was supposed to introduce all, but I was going for something a little more subtle.

There's my outtro for Reynard and his brief perspective on what happened rebuilding Trisburg, along with Ed leaving and setting up for 2...

I've written the dry economic part and a bit of long term for Reynard, that's done. I just haven't turned my brain to the actual farewell.

I don't know if Ed would survive going down to the planet to see him off, how that would be received, or if it should be aboard the ship.
I'm a fan of outdoors, but not stretching credibility.

**Irishpeacockz**

I would love to write for Dark Eldar but i dont feel like i know enough about their lore to do them right.

**Kharne the Befriender**

Irishpeacockz wrote:
I would love to write for Dark Eldar but i dont feel like i know enough about their lore to do them right.

Just look at the Lexicanum or the Wiki and read about them, that's what I do

**Irishpeacockz**

Kharne the Befriender wrote:
Irishpeacockz wrote:
I would love to write for Dark Eldar but i dont feel like i know enough about their lore to do them right.

Just look at the Lexicanum or the Wiki and read about them, that's what I do

suppose i could do that. I may bring them in later if i feel like i have a valid reason to.

**Buttery Commissar**

Kharne the Befriender wrote:
Irishpeacockz wrote:
I would love to write for Dark Eldar but i dont feel like i know enough about their lore to do them right.

Just look at the Lexicanum or the Wiki and read about them, that's what I do

Is that why your Necrons keep trying to make friends with everyone including CSM?

**War Kitten**

Necrons want to have friends too BC.

**Buttery Commissar**

Well, you keep telling me that my EC can't be friends with your Eldar.

Clearly I don't understand the complex social nuances of friendship in the 41st millennium.

**War Kitten**

You wish to devour my soul, Kharne just wants to shoot me. He gets the friendship

**Buttery Commissar**

We don't want your souls. That's far less fun than working on the living parts.
Besides, you can only kill someone and take their soul once. Living is much more versatile.

**War Kitten**

I'll amend my statement. You want to torture me and do emperor knows what else. Kharne wants to shoot me. He still gets the friendship

**Ezra Tyrius**

In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, there is only... friendship?

Seriously, what is up with you guys and making friends
We're supposed to be mortal enemies
None of these factions even like eachother WHY WOULD ANY OF THEM TRY TO BE FRIENDS NGGGGG

/rage.

**Tainted**

Ezra Tyrius wrote:
I can imagine Nasira and Gallus and the rest of the Pavus-loving lot doing their absolute best to make sure their own version of the truth was spread out across the Imperium, so no-one should know of their betrayal (except for the few stragglers who managed to escape, but they keep their mouth shut to prevent another inter-Imperial war from breaking out)

Now if someone were to leak some pic-captures of the event to key Imperial officers in the second Crusade... now that would raise some questions, wouldn't it?

I doubt the people in a high enough position to do anything about it would even care. There are lots powerful people in the Imperium who have had to step on a few toes on their way to the top.

**Tactical_Spam**

Ezra Tyrius wrote:
In the grim darkness of the 41st millennium, there is only... friendship?

Seriously, what is up with you guys and making friends
We're supposed to be mortal enemies
None of these factions even like eachother WHY WOULD ANY OF THEM TRY TO BE FRIENDS NGGGGG

/rage.

/thread

I wonder who says the above quote the most...

**2BlackJack1**

Wait, what did Kharne's crons even get from siding with Archarus? Loss of countless ships? Having to donate weapons and slaves? The loss of necrons? Was there a single benefit, because I can't think of one.

**Ezra Tyrius**

A chance to smash Jackals and Dirges into something that's actually a threat?

And uhm.... a respectful nod?

Y'know, if these dudes had been another Chaos warband, we could have assumed Archarus to have just used them as cannon fodder or something.

**War Kitten**

Part Two of my Eldar intro. Here's the rough draft of it, the final copy will go in the COF 2 thread when it comes out

Spoiler:

5 years. She had had 5 years of peace. 5 years with no war, no pain, no suffering, and now she was being called to war once more. Lilliana cursed bitterly as she read the message from the council. A report had recently come in from one of Iybraesil’s Rangers. The Necrons were on the rise on the planet of Crion and its’ moons, and the foolish Imperials could not be trusted to deal with the threat that they posed. What was worse was that according to the Ranger, these were the same Necrons who Iybraesil’s Warhosts had fought a scant 5 years ago in the Charadon System. The Ranger had not known for what purpose the foul Necrontyr intended for the planet, but they needed to be stopped. The High Farseer of Iybraesil had recently also received a series of visions that corroborated the Ranger’s story, and so the order had gone out to prepare for war, and so a Warhost was assembled. “And,” Lilliana mused angrily, “They want me to lead it!” The High Council knew of the scars she bore from the last time the Craftworld mobilized for war, yet they summoned her anyway, and asked her to once more lead the Warhost to war. She had the most experience of any of the Eldar aboard the Craftworld, and so the Council demanded she don the trappings of the Farseer once more and lead her kin to victory. She threw the message down with an explosive sigh. She had no choice now. She could hardly refuse the demands of the council, to do so would be to betray the most sacred oaths she had sworn, and she knew deep within her heart that she needed to oppose the threat that the Necrons posed. Just as she came to terms with this realization she felt an impact on her thighs as a small form slammed into her body, and Lilliana recognized her daughter, and her heart swelled with love. Her daughter Myra was now three years old. It had been difficult to raise her alone without Korvel at her side, but she had done it. Myra was also already beginning to show signs of a prodigious psychic talent, one that might even surpass her mother’s when she was older, and Lilliana did not doubt that she could one day she become one of the greatest Seers that Iybraesil had seen it all of its recorded history. But that was a problem to think about another time. Now she had to tell her daughter that she had once more been called to war, that fate demanded her presence on the battlefield again. She could already feel the battle-lust of her kin as it echoed around the wraithbone structure of the Craftworld. Soon it would reach a fever-pitch, and the Avatar of Khaine itself would march alongside them to war. Even Lilliana herself was not immune to it, she could already feel a burning desire to destroy the hated enemy build in her soul, but she shoved it down with effort, she had to tell her daughter about what was going on so that she did not worry. While Lilliana was gone Myra would be staying with some relatives, and that small fact comforted Lilliana immensely. She had received some dark visions of the foes that she would be facing in this new system, and she was relieved beyond words that her daughter would not be accompanying her. There were some things the young were not meant to see till they were older. Much older. One of the most persistent visions showed her a picture of the planet surrounded by an immense shark, and if it represented what she thought it did…. Lilliana shuddered at the thought. She was jolted out of her dark thoughts by her daughter tugging on the sleeves of her tunic, and Lilliana sighed as she stared into her daughter’s violet eyes, and wondered how she was going to explain all of this to her.

**Tactical_Spam**

War Kitten wrote:
Part Two of my Eldar intro. Here's the rough draft of it, the final copy will go in the COF 2 thread when it comes out

Spoiler:

5 years. She had had 5 years of peace. 5 years with no war, no pain, no suffering, and now she was being called to war once more. Lilliana cursed bitterly as she read the message from the council. A report had recently come in from one of Iybraesil’s Rangers. The Necrons were on the rise on the planet of Crion and its’ moons, and the foolish Imperials could not be trusted to deal with the threat that they posed. What was worse was that according to the Ranger, these were the same Necrons who Iybraesil’s Warhosts had fought a scant 5 years ago in the Charadon System. The Ranger had not known for what purpose the foul Necrontyr intended for the planet, but they needed to be stopped. The High Farseer of Iybraesil had recently also received a series of visions that corroborated the Ranger’s story, and so the order had gone out to prepare for war, and so a Warhost was assembled. “And,” Lilliana mused angrily, “They want me to lead it!” The High Council knew of the scars she bore from the last time the Craftworld mobilized for war, yet they summoned her anyway, and asked her to once more lead the Warhost to war. She had the most experience of any of the Eldar aboard the Craftworld, and so the Council demanded she don the trappings of the Farseer once more and lead her kin to victory. She threw the message down with an explosive sigh. She had no choice now. She could hardly refuse the demands of the council, to do so would be to betray the most sacred oaths she had sworn, and she knew deep within her heart that she needed to oppose the threat that the Necrons posed. Just as she came to terms with this realization she felt an impact on her thighs as a small form slammed into her body, and Lilliana recognized her daughter, and her heart swelled with love. Her daughter Myra was now three years old. It had been difficult to raise her alone without Korvel at her side, but she had done it. Myra was also already beginning to show signs of a prodigious psychic talent, one that might even surpass her mother’s when she was older, and Lilliana did not doubt that she would one day she could become one of the greatest Seers that Iybraesil had seen it all of its recorded history. But that was a problem to think about another time. Now she had to tell her daughter that she had once more been called to war, that fate demanded her presence on the battlefield again. She could already feel the battle-lust of her kin as it echoed around the wraithbone structure of the Craftworld. Soon it would reach a fever-pitch, and the Avatar of Khaine itself would march alongside them to war. Even Lilliana herself was not immune to it, she could already feel a burning desire to destroy the hated enemy build in her soul, but she shoved it down with effort, she had to tell her daughter about what was going on so that she did not worry. While Lilliana was gone Myra would be staying with some relatives, and that small fact comforted Lilliana immensely. She had received some dark visions of the foes that she would be facing in this new system, and she was relieved beyond words that her daughter would not be accompanying her. There were some things the young were not meant to see till they were older. Much older. One of the most persistent visions showed her a picture of the planet surrounded by an immense shark, and if represented what she thought it did…. Lilliana shuddered at the thought. She was jolted out of her dark thoughts by her daughter tugging on the sleeves of her tunic, and Lilliana sighed as she stared into her daughter’s violet eyes, and wondered how she was going to explain all of this to her.

Just so I can be consistent, I will say "You weren't supposed to mention Crion!" not that I care if you do anymore

**Ezra Tyrius**

Can't we just say Crion for convenience's sake?

Or do we need to say something like "in the Crion system/area/postcode/FAX ADRESS"?

**Buttery Commissar**

I like it, WK.

And my EC do not torture. They help. That tau was both asleep and anesthetised when they fitted a pacemaker.

**War Kitten**

I think our definitions of "helping" are vastly different

**Kharne the Befriender**

Buttery Commissar wrote:Well, you keep telling me that my EC can't be friends with your Eldar.

Clearly I don't understand the complex social nuances of friendship in the 41st millennium.

It's ok BC, I always benefit from it.

2BlackJack1 wrote:Wait, what did Kharne's crons even get from siding with Archarus? Loss of countless ships? Having to donate weapons and slaves? The loss of necrons? Was there a single benefit, because I can't think of one.

It plays into effect in CoF 2

Ezra Tyrius wrote:A chance to smash Jackals and Dirges into something that's actually a threat?

And uhm.... a respectful nod?

Y'know, if these dudes had been another Chaos warband, we could have assumed Archarus to have just used them as cannon fodder or something.

I mean, it was for the Jackals, but mainly for CoF 2

**War Kitten**

The first strike by my Eldar took his arm. The next one will take his head....

And I hope you liked the nod to your lads in the vision Kharne

**Kharne the Befriender**

War Kitten wrote:
The first strike by my Eldar took his arm. The next one will take his head....

And I hope you liked the nod to your lads in the vision Kharne

The BEST part is that your Eldar actually think I'm a threat.

If you breach my underground base you will be extremely surprised with what you find....

And I mean extremely surprised...

**War Kitten**

Is it going to be like the dungeon I suspect I'd find on BC's EC ship?

**Kharne the Befriender**

War Kitten wrote:
Is it going to be like the dungeon I suspect I'd find on BC's EC ship?

No, imagine like a frat party or something

**Irishpeacockz**

My last piece before CoF 2 starts.

Spoiler:

The thunderhawk zoomed across the darkened sky. Ever since Faolan entered the system he looked for signs of battle but he could find none, all seemed normal. So why was he summoned ? The question will soon be anwsered. Usually upon returning home to mighty Aspen Faolan would normally feel comfortable and safe, he would relax. Not this time, this time he was anxious. He got little rest on his return trip and asked the Astropath every day for new messages or visions but he received none. Faolan's vox cackled to life, it was the pilot " Ard Tean mountain range in sight ETA 5 minutes". Faolan readied himself, he felt like he was going into battle not his fortress monastery.

The Fortress Monastery Morga Dun was nestled atop a mountain range in a V shape with the monastery being at the tip. There is an opening behind the V shape for thunderhawks and the like to land. The chapter often made use of the many caverns in the surrounding mountains and if needed expanded the monastery into said caverns. Aside for the landing pads behind the V the only other entrance was a path at the base of the mountain, which is patrolled by the Emperor's Hounds auxiliary forces the Fianna. Potential recruits sometimes approach this gate seeking to join the purple giants.

Faolan's thunderhawk landed, he brought along only the necessary people who needed to return to Morga Dun for supplies and fresh marines to replace whatever losses the 4th pack had endured. Faolan took a deep breath of fresh air as he walked towards the main elevator, saluting his brothers as he went. Rain pinged off his armor as lightening light up the sky for a split second. Another storm thought Faolan as he embraced the warmth of Morga Dun. Faolan looked at the controls to the elevator. He was looking for the Chapter Master and as such he should go to the great hall. But Faolan knew better and pushed the button labelled Apothecarion. The elevator rumbled to life as it descended the mountain. The elevator stopped and the twin metal doors creaked open to a hive of Apothecaries and their servitor assistants, not one of them noticing his arrival. "Too busy with whatever work Baltair Seoc has them doing" mumbled Faolan as he walked through the main room and turned right, down a corridor and turned right again this time down a flight of stairs. Faolan harboured little love for this part of the Monastery, he hoped Baltair wasn't in the middle of one of his experiments when he arrived. At the end of the stairs stood yet another corridor with one door at the end. The whole corridor was dimly lit and the unmistakable sound of a drill could be heard from the opposite end of the corridor. Faolan cursed, he hated being witness to such disgusting "research" but alas he mustn't have been summoned for nothing.

Faolan walked to the end of the corridor where the drilling was getting louder. He pushed the half open door with one hand to reveal his glorious Chapter Master Baltair Seoc hunched over a disembowelled Aspenian Hound. The room was dimly lit like the corridor with a large light shining on the operating table, the corners of the room were submerged in darkness. The room was also unnaturally cold, probably to keep the organs fresh. As Faolan approached the operating table he spotted what seemed to be a heart ripped out of the defiled beast. He stood a few paces away for the table and got to one knee " My lord you summoned me and I have arrived with all due haste." He waited for a response but none came. Only the sound of the a saw cutting the rib cage. He was about to repeat himself when the saw stopped. "Ah yes Faolan, good to see you come over opposite me here" reluctantly Faolan rose and proceeded to the opposite side of the table. Upon inspection Faolan realised that this was the vision the Astropath saw. Baltair Seoc was cover in the beast's blood. His Prime Helix was still on his right shoulder reminding him of days gone by.Faolan looked at the beast and was suprised to have recognised her as Kara, mother to Jakarn. " So Faolan I trust another world was brought back into the Imperium ?" " Yes my lord, I slew the cowardly Governor myself." " Good good, you will need such skill and determination for your next mission." Curiosity took over Faolan, "What mission ?" " A very important mission indeed, this one comes straight from the top and I have a l personal request to go along with it." Here it is thought Faolan, the whole reason he is here the answer to his question all this time was this request. "Anything for you brother" answered Faolan eager to find out what this request was. Baltair rose from his work put a bloody hand on Faolan's right shoulder and made a request that would require the utmost secrecy.